An ancient Bell,
Hangs in a Devon Church,
For who it tolls know one knows,
With ghost stories told of those who dwell,
With in the grounds of the Church,
Weddings and Christenings grace the Church,
Bringing joy to all,
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The Flow of The Letters
As dreams were captured on reams , Wishes written with an emotional hand, As the flow of letters formed the words, Acting as the hands of t...
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To write a thousand words, How one feels, But cannot find those eyes, Who would read, A message unread, For a thousand years, Maybe in anoth... -
Sat on a path, At the dawn of the day, Cross roads in sight, Thinking which way, To the left or to the right, Or straight ahead towards ton... -
A Robin flew to a tree on my path, This was fate , It was meant to be, He sang a song, In his merry way, Only a few will understand his wor...
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