Susan Christiana
Jun 1 · 1 min read

Blooms Blooms.. here today gone tomorrow.

Wild and carefree

A little me, a lot of you.

I

Struggled.

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.