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Jun 2016
windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the hills
some purple red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
o what beauty
do they hold
as we gleam
underneath the
silent sun
brings the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one
Written by
Stu Harley
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