![]() Wild Flower BouquetA Poem by April ChildFollowing the river treading tousled grass senses are tickled and teased. My mind sighs and releases a clutch of black balloons into the sky an untidy trail of heavy layers lie scattered behind dischord discarded step by step as I am drawn deeper into this florid flora resonant rushes send me tumbling through a wild flower bouquet. © 2009 April ChildFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on September 9, 2008 Last Updated on April 28, 2009 Author![]() April ChildUnited KingdomAboutI love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where y.. more..Writing
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