Notes About The Poem
For: Time Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
Image by stux on Pixabay
Time Is Waiting
Where is the wildflower,
where does it wander
in the time of nearly Spring,
does it dream of the sun?
Time is such a tiny word
for that which keeps us interred
in waiting for the perennial
paradise of the soul.
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