Bluebells

 

                                    Blue is the color of sadness,

                                    But they’re not really blue.

                                    The April-blooming bluebells

                                    Are of a purplish hue.

 

                                    The last time that I saw them

                                    They were past their prime,

                                    And I did feel sadness

                                    For the passing of the time.

 

                                    David Martin

 

 

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