Linseed Field Shyly we walked beneath the trees I might not have revealed. my secret, but a forward breeze chased through the Linseed field. All the flowers began to stir bowed low and met the skies. And all the blue-lit petals were the colour of your eyes. I had to whisper solemnly I promised... Sign in to see full entry.
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