Windflowers Poems - Poems about Windflowers

...the footprints you leave daily within my heart give me joy like bees when windflowers start to sway announcing the birth of yet another spring beguiling and graceful like a peacock in bloom......

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...In Wonderland dwelled Tweedledum and Tweedledee, twin brothers; And genial next door neighbors, like the rainbow's changing colors. Employed by the Mad Hatter, at Vale asylum, in Looking ......

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...Passenger of past lives, paint thy cloth, a lively hue, of journeys prior, when our skies were new, wild, and virginal, above bucolic land, before her windflowers were scattered, and the fiel......

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..."*Oui, the winner, American Beauty," yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones, flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders, indeed a showstopper for bystanders of all but Europe, Turks, then South ......

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... "50 Words for Poe: Hysteria" Incantation to you Manifesting the Phantom with the Hysteria Paroxysm Blues Hellfire Club got nothin’ on you......

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...unsated she deprives wild flowers of their freedom... the wind picks on her greed ----------------------------------......

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...Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard, Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but, Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and......

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...(Re Old Poems) "You are a lovely singing bird outside my window. I open my window and you become a flower scent and a breeze that passes through my hair." ... Spun from the dar......

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...Spring. As springtime shows a kinder face. Birds nesting now with feathered grace, Creating lifes unbroken chain, Delighting those in our domain. England awakens......

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...salt scented sand, green seaweed laced, tumbled by surf and white gull paced, windswept beach pleasantly blessed long seaside day...

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...windflowers stand up tall upon the hills of glory some purple and red some green and gold so alive this time oh what beauty we possess as we sparkle underneath the silent sun and......

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...This soul is locked forever wounded In the torment of this particular day; The question "why" has not been graced With answers understandable. And my tears, Along with the questions Have no voice... ......

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