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Dense evergreen, acid soil.
Pink bell flowers crying on Mumbles heath,
Heads bent, brooding at the stones.
Soil rich in love, hardy, heavy
Yet frothy loom. Crumbling at
The root. Deep blue sky looking on.
Soft rain kissing the buds of May
After the hard frosts of March.
With bees dancing a merry tune.
Walkers brushing their legs
Against misty leaves.
Their perfume wafting.
In the breeze of time.
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