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  • Writer's pictureErin

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

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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