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All I see is up The pink flower stretches to forever at the sky I stare wishing to be among the clouds Its anterior filters the sun’s warmth upon my soft arms I sit upon the dark, sodden, summer earth I am all to myself. Alone. At home under their stems So benign am I encased by the pink flower The pink flower trembles under slight hand of a summer breeze Honeyed are its petals, But dangerous is its center Pricking my delicate fingers If I am not careful Yet I watch a dragonfly land on it with grace            Fragile insect legs grip tightly at the miniature pointed peaks Wind caresses wisps of hair around my petite face I am like a fairy Not knowing the wonders of the world Only the kingdom of the pink flower Moisture sweetens the air Drenching it with the breath of nature Almost as if a mother is breathing comfort into my small body
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Echinacea (My Mother’s Garden)
All I see is up The pink flower stretches to forever at the sky I stare wishing to be among the clouds Its anterior filters the sun’s warmth upon my soft arms I sit upon the dark, sodden, summer earth I am all to myself. Alone. At home under their stems So benign am I encased by the pink flower The pink flower trembles under slight hand of a summer breeze Honeyed are its petals, But dangerous is its center Pricking my delicate fingers If I am not careful Yet I watch a dragonfly land on it with grace            Fragile insect legs grip tightly at the miniature pointed peaks Wind caresses wisps of hair around my petite face I am like a fairy Not knowing the wonders of the world Only the kingdom of the pink flower Moisture sweetens the air Drenching it with the breath of nature Almost as if a mother is breathing comfort into my small body
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alicewilde
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alicewilde
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
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