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oh, my soul, and the beautiful wildflowers that grow.

Writer's picture: ErinErin

wildflowers blossom in

the depths of my soul.

they come in hues of

violet and some in gold.


the roots spread throughout

me in winding roads;

my veins collecting pollen

everywhere they go.


they're watered by

kind words and loving smiles.

I wish you could see them,

they stretch for miles and miles.


every chance of sunshine is a

magical reward

and suddenly there's more fields

of flowers to be relished and adored.



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