A forgotten well, all veiled in vine,
Speaks in silence of ancient wine;
While nature’s cloak and a good night’s soak,
Turn back the bruise of time.
And the solitary daisy, yellow- sparkling in the Sun,
Whispers sweetly to the stone: ” We’ve only just begun!”
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