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Wild Flowers
In the blue-green meadow
of my silent soul,ย
scorpion grass -ย
dormant for decades,
now grows wild and free,ย
sustaining me,ย
spreading love
for the aching world
to behold its beauty. ย
Monday 25th February 2019 3:27 am
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