Blooms Blooms.. here today gone tomorrow.
Wild and carefree
A little me, a lot of you.
I hurt , soreness gives me regret ,
The kind one relinquishes when all is said and done.
Weeds covered like the shame will not be seen, that’s right .
It’s a damn shame I have weeds.
Ahhh, however beauty abounds
All around . It covers a weeded soul.
Submit toWeeds and Wildflowers Dennett.
With much gratitude friend , you got me thinking! Thank you.