Thursday, December 01, 2011

The Wood of Flowers

I went to the Wood of Flowers
  (No one was with me);
I was there alone for hours.
  I was happy as could be
In the Wood of Flowers.

There was grass on the ground,
  There were buds on the tree,
And the wind had a sound
  Of such gaiety,
That I was as happy
  As happy could be,
In the Wood of Flowers.

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