Solar amberA Poem by bluntdude
Always forgotten, although wishes get said often.
It spirals, it rides, it glides, it follows no rules. Sense of scent, around Autumn, the leaves start fallen. Pollen gently sprinkling down, molecules locate receptors, enough to compel. Plants interact with other plants, but not in the traditional fashion. Animals too, interact with plants, the result is a multitude of colors and smells. As the plant prepares for the long winter, closing its stomata, it conserves. Thereby ensuring the likelihood of their survival. Part of the seasonal changing cycle, plants posses verve. © 2012 bluntdude |
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Added on November 28, 2012 Last Updated on December 14, 2012 AuthorbluntdudeMary JaneAbout"The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasing.. more..Writing
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