The wildflowers and you.A Poem by Bare TreesThe purple violet in your hair blooms for all the days you spoke with a sparkle in your eye. Fields of wildflowers dance at your presence. The moon off the water winks; cool winds turn warm. Now, speak to me as if all the flowers were jealous and listening. © 2019 Bare TreesReviews
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