Vanessa cardui
Sometime in July noticed her presence
Upon blooming verdant lush thistles
Like thoughts prickles
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My Journey farther north
Reminds me of my youth
Welcoming North westerlies
Billow harmattan whistles
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I knew nothing sweet
Dangerously discreet
Only we'll keep secret
Let you in my district
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Fortune seekers found
Trouble hither abound
Buried in thinkers mine
Treasures a million pile
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Oh! Between you and me
This modest piece I write
My heart I intend to spill
The love you shown to me
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I beg you please don't lose count
Even the Kalahari observes small amount
Of rainfall,100 millimeters a year about
And we must learn to adapt
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Time flies like kites
Without precision it slide
Memories linger but awhile
Like patches of cloud my worries
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A virulent spiral of buds
Growing in the swamp and creeks
Rose petals burn to peats
Peering through window lattice
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The world a beautiful place
With savory bitter-sweet taste
Cry you appreciate smile expatiate
A voyage difficult to navigate.
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EXCEPTIONAL
Its not as simple
As we thought
A drop then ripples
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