Rain and fear had washed away the Sun
Her colours run ragged in the rain
But primroses and daffodils kept
The memory of brightness
Neither of us speak today
Or find a want of speaking
Here now, there is sunshine
And a garden
We use old logs, dead plant stems
To build a bug hotel
A haven and shelter
Still keeping 2 metres apart
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