This is a short story I wrote in 2012 Photo : https://www.123rf.com/photo_11727983_rocky-cliff-overlooking-the-sea-in-portofino-in-italy.html
JOY Singing Open hearts Choir voices rising Lifting hearts and spirits With harmony and and music "Music is a joy and release"
This poem takes me back to many childhood memories of sitting hidden in the branches of the Bridesblossom tree in the corner of our garden. Reading, writing, even sleeping - it was a favourite spot of mine and best of all, no one knew I was there! The scent of those flowers was almost narcotic, I still gather some when I'm home at blooming time. Unfortunately I don't know what the real name of the plant is - we only called it the bridesblossom tree