Hopefully
While walking down a gravel road,I'd never been before,
grew prickly weeds,
of green and thorns,
this was, after all, their home.
Then suddenly... far, off to my left,
I saw a color so brilliantly bright,
I had to see it close,
despite the cumbersome hike.
The sun was hot, blistering,
causing me to sweat,
but little did I feel the stings,for I was getting closer,
to this flower
never met.
There it stood,
tall and proud,
blossom rain-bowed
white,
it's scent
was every flower
found,
within this wordly
light.
Molly Paton/2009
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