wild flower
A passage into wildflower meadow,
where Daisy and Celandine,grow
to please us although with a name
of wild, growing and spreading fast
a kind of dominion free and fast
unchecked with colorful flowers
until wind shakes while pink and bluebells
shower their
kindness in spiraling mood;
they have their own roots and lifestyle
;
they have their own systematic journey;
yet winds will shed their thorns and thistles
a stage when no more growth and spread.
They too have their own last stage and
A state when they are not wanted;
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