Wildflower, you
Were no fresh spring rose, scented
Instead, a dry ****
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
Wildflower, you
Were no fresh spring rose, scented
Instead, a dry ****
The History: I've known many names. One being, flower. Though, to some I am a red rose, I identify more with the resilience of weeds.
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