Misplaced

I look around to see the beauty of a long lost wonderland that tells many stories. Like those wild flowers growing up together. They survive and fight like a real warrior. I look around to see the beauty of a long lost wonderland that slowly kills me. I'm not like those wild flowers They grow up together. Far fetched and outdated Yes I am an inferior! I look around to see the beauty of a long lost wonderland that fools me. They are the wild flowers Growing up together. My substandard mind has a place called nowhere. I look around to see the beauty of a long lost wonderland that fades me. I'm not one of the wild flowers They grow up together. Sooner or later I'll fly with the weather. Lei Strauss 2019

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Eve Roper

Date: 3/2/2019 2:16:00 PM

What a moving write, Lei, I like that you used flowers as a group of people... Being a loner and a leader of your life is better than being a follower.. A follower sometimes gets you into trouble. I have always told my kids and grandchildren that they are the important part in life the winners...and they have successfully accomplished a lot in life and have done very well for themselves, I am very proud of all of them.