…And they appear when they do
They stay for as long as
Life, nature permits
They tell me when its time
To dream again a little
Wildflowers, yes
I cherish you like the wildflowers
No not the ones they sell
In pretty packages, for a few euros
But those, whose existence
No one can possible predict
Or forget.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Beauty that blooms free has a special fragrance to the eye that none bought in a shop can compare and so it is with people as well. Lovely
Thanks a lot for your reflection!
Something that happens naturally is always more beautiful than anything bought or manufactured, enjoyed the read
Thanks a lot for your reflection!
You are very welcome
Brilliant.
Thanks a lot 🙂
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