In a Dusty Hedge

In a dusty hedge apart
Leaves all blighted
A frail flower touched my heart
Once 'twas sighted
For her character was stitched
Not in clothes hem
Her inner beauty bewitched
From a sweet stem

My Spanish Needle, gold heart
Innocence true
Pure humility and art
Fed on rare dew.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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April 28, 2012 at 2:26 PM
L'Shango...being of spanish decent I am particularly warmed by the mention of your beautiful, pure Spanish Needle...a sweet compose indeed. I am new here and would be happy for any help I can get from one so intellectual as you...hugs Marci.
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