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Meet me by the old witch tree


laden with red berries


and scent of bracken and fresh rain


where the sun peeks shyly through shadowed green


meet me by the old witch tree


where my heart is caught in ancient tendrils


and twines of leaves


adorned with colourful rush of ribbons 


symbolic wishes and dreams


that blow gently in the breeze


meet me where the rain kissed my cheeks


and where the flush of brighter days


brought sweet relief


where the housemartin sings


in breathless, rapid song


and cooing of turtledoves awaken gentle smiles


meet me by the old witch tree


in the ceaseless quiet wake of solstice.


 


 


 


 

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