Wildflower Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Wildflower
Pace my senses
intense and majestic
King that you are.
Far away from me
In noble robed corsage
of lilies
you do stride
aside their moon pure
virginity, spotless,
and worshipping you
whom I adore.
I, with my torn
raiments, spattered
poppies, falling petals,
teasel teased and painful
nettles of cruel sting,
fling my arms
towards the sun
and cry, and cry,
"All love is done".
Waf
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