Wildflowers
Wildflowers, however hard they try,
Won't always be angelic.
Wildflowers try angelical, wildflowers try saintlike,
wildflowers wither, however.
A peonies, however hard it tries,
Won't always be spiritual.
Now immaterial is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the peonies are incorporeal.
Wooly hollyhocks sings like Sunset
Down, down, down into the darkness,
Gently they go - the angelic, the spiritual, the sunset
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Honey Drops and Pen Stains
PoetryTravesty, overcome by little else but life's muses; It's jokes. All of this is my original poetry, please do not steal
