Flowers
The field of flowers,
It majestically towers.
Scent unbearable to the point passion ignites.
These flowers survive through endless nights.
Majority of them sprout in spring.
These flowers are fit for a King.
The world’s full of these delicate objects of nature.
The beauty of these objects capture.
They bring out hospitality in everyone no matter how brutal the person.
Don’t spend the rest of your life searching.
Copyright © Dustin Ziemer | Year Posted 2009
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