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Post by Lynnie on May 11, 2013 15:44:05 GMT
What is a weed, but a flower? A thing of beauty In a forbidden place.
It stands alone, Hiding in the darkness Of purple-laden fields, Scattered among the dreams Of pure Springtime gold.
It may be small, Insignificant, Yet its beauty shines From deep within, As rainbows dance Upon fields of Spring. Picture: The Dandelion by ~Shulamit. © 2006-2013 ~Shulamit. [/i] Attachments:
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