But grey plots care not, each headed by worn grey stones wc |
| Amidst grey plots, forget-me-nots Amidst grey plots, cold moon-shadows, dark green pine and snow, cover the sleeping rose as she slumbers until the spring when she'll spread her arms and yawn among ice-blue forget-me-nots eager to disperse their spell. But grey plots — care not, each headed by worn grey stones each measured and spaced like gum drops on a bashful schoolboy's plate: one for me — one for you. Now they rest together with a rose planted above and between amidst blue-fields of forget-me-nots. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.170] (28.juni.2021) 16 lines, approx 80 words.
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