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A Contemplation Upon Weeds

Dewdrops kiss my skin A silver coat over my shoulders, green There's magic in every morning. In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earths daughters They sway their hips, they nod their heads petals fall at my feet. The floor is carpeted with beautiful hues red, white and purple too The birds come piping morning's tune.

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Daniel DuBois

Date: 6/23/2025 2:37:00 PM

" earths daughters They sway their hips, they nod their heads." Boom. That's the line that got me. Well done. Makes me think of Wordsworth's daffodils in "I wandered lonely as a cloud." Thank you.

Beata Agustin

Date: 6/9/2025 7:53:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.