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Two Wildflowers

The ground you tread footfalls on the ferns slow measured, the wind combing back your hair hasty fingers, dark strands a trail of cornflowers meandering path, leading disappearing upon the spur the indigo sea sways; proud interspersed with purple you pick the aster (you pick me tenderly) mauve-purple, honey centered darkening dusk settles in yourContinue reading “Two Wildflowers”