Wild Flowers Poem by Zyw Zywa
Wild Flowers
Rustling lanes, winding roads
the rippling on the bank
of the path along the river
wherever the land is not buried
under city, I walk my days
in the smell of rotting
Mushrooms, spider webs
birds in the undergrowth
and dearest to me are the wild
flowers, thistles, chicory
pink anemones and poppies
I admire the gaunt, the sallow
the beauty under
the beauty of
the scars, the life
they pass on
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