A deep and perfect place:/
starry buds twinkle among silver-trunked woods./
Water slides green and grey and brown beneath,/
sliding, rippling, bubbling./
Primrose and celandine/
cling to the far bank, and small birds/
are busy between the boughs,/
There is no sound but the shallow churning stream/
and the wind/
and the birds./
Kingfisher flashes/
the year's first blessing.
 


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    Dw i'n byw yn Aberystwyth gyda ngwr i,ein cath ac ein ci ni. (I live in Aberystwyth with my husband, our cat and our dog). Dyn ni wedi bod yn dysgu Cymraeg ers 2007. (We've been learning Welsh since 2007)

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