MAGNOLIA TREE
The magnolia next door
Has been chopped down.
Never again will it scatter
Its blossom over the grass.
Nor will any wind
Bent on mischief,
Blow its silky petals
Into the water.
Letting the flowers
Dance on the glittering surface
Until they fragment
In the sun.
All that has gone now.
Caught for ever
In the sad and watchful eye.
©2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Incredibly beautiful this is Gwen. What depth of thoughts.
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I am so glad you like it. Thank you.
Gwen.
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You’re welcome Gwen…🙏🙏
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And ‘The Ill-Wishing Well-Wisher is still one of the best stories I’ve read this year.
Gwen.
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You humble me Gwen…🙏🙏gratitude…and lots of love…have a great day ahead…🍀🌸
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Beautiful ♡
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Thank you! So glad you liked it.
Gwen.
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