English PastoralOxford summer
the cottage doors open to the garden where wood pigeons coo & distant laughter drifts over the garden wall I sit at the end of a long table paper rustling in the breeze watch a butterfly flutter in float over the forget-me-nots time stops, freeze idyllic electric blue sky tufted with motionless cotton wool the city in my head goes mute as I succumb to countryside content with birds & breeze |
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