looking for wild flowers
i strayed along
in a unexpected place.
a wonderous discovery of
looking at the wildest beauty,
a journey spectacular,
in the lap of nature.
in the hollow of the rock, or
beside the stream,
along the meandering village path
or amongst the cultivated flower pot
each one specific in colour and class,
from pale pastels, to vibrant purples,
beauty of each hidden, in
wild pastures of grass flowers.
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