She stood weeping at the cross-
roads, a delicate English rose,
torn by the thorns of a troubled
life, seeking balm in the bubble
Continue reading at Writing in North Norfolk
She stood weeping at the cross-
roads, a delicate English rose,
torn by the thorns of a troubled
life, seeking balm in the bubble
Continue reading at Writing in North Norfolk
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Very tender.
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