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Wildestflower
I am found in the wild
I am found in the trees
and still no one seems to look for me.
There in the sky and washed by the rain
am still awaken by the bare rays of sun
to dry me until am bloomed. Still no
one looks for me. There in the breeze,
where the clouds move I start to believe
maybe no one will choose me. Still in
the mist of my it all I can't bare to
notice my fall. Summer days are
almost over
And I will
soon
just
be
a
seed
again.
Copyright ©
Doris Amaya
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