Like a flashing blaze across sunny hills,
the bond of wild flowers is strong,
despite there leaves untouched by anothers,
underneath is where the connection comes from.
Unjudged by its colour,
or bend in stance,
moving unified gracefully together,
when the wind comes to dance.
Unlike some,
when the showers come,
they stand proud and tall,
absorbing each droplet,
the sun shines brighter after the rain afterall...
L F Markey
3 years ago
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