There is a little cove,
Sheltered from the storm .
Its shore leafed in verdant green,
Shading little sandy paths
Under arching branches .
One finds peace there ,
With special protection...
All safe...unthreatened from outside forces,
Set adrift amid apricot roses
And a sprig of home-grown honeysuckle,
'Til we meet again .
Lovely poem :)
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