Delicate flowers
swaying freely
amid a windy backdrop
Slight protection. 
Behind a broken wall
being saved by stone
sunshine opening buds
swollen by the heat
desperate to bloom
petals still strong
Newly formed.
Morning dew evident
now splattered on the wall
flowers now grouped
feeling stronger in numbers
wind dying down
aroma in the air
flowers now still
content, happy
closing for the night
ready to face
Another day.
Birds pecking at petals
bees buzzing around pollen
flowers dying down
turning brown
determined to grow again
seeds carried for miles
by hungry birds
or blown by the wind
landing in another place
sheltered, protected
Spring comes again
flowers now in growth
spreading more joy
cascading colours
beauty beyond scope
in an empty space
now filled with brightness
Admired by passers-by.
Epitaph. By Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
A song of Despair. Pablo Neruda.
Nights in Flight.
Blue Moon.
Self Pity. DH Lawrence.
Worldly Place.
A red red rose. Robert Burns.
A poem by Mary Naylor.
Grandmas lookin.
Address to the Devil.
A voice from the past.
Me Myself and ideals.
When things go wrong!
The Strength of a Man.
Death is nothing at all.
What is the point?
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William Sinclair Manson
Welcome friends. My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.

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