Oh wildflower!
I hope you grow,
grow
and
bloom.
Bloom,
into something,
something so beautiful
that the
rose would be envious.
Bloom
into something,
something so elysian
that no
flower could ever compete.
Oh wildflower!
I hope you grow,
grow
and
bloom,
into something
wild.
YOU ARE READING
A spindle of spontaneous notions
PoetryLike a spindle twisting the wool into thread, I twist my impromptu thoughts into poetry.
