. the little pathways.

. the little pathways.

cut deep,   while others are sleeping.

we tread the way, from here to there,

leaving a trail.             you may follow.


cut round the cowslips, leave the twigs.

step this way, it leads to the old apple tree,

cookers.                         step that way

plum blossom.


nothing is straight, nothing planned.


later we watched chelsea .


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