Forget-me-nots

Myosotis

By Ellie HopwoodPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Fields of mouse ears

Small Clusters of hazy blue

Springs gentle true love

nature poetry

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Ellie Hopwood

Classics and Archaeology student trying to stumble through the baffling thing that is life while battling Anxiety disorder and peoples misconceptions of ASD. I write poetry, fiction; and on historical events/ people, and mental health

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Myosotis

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