I Stray from Where the Wild Green Bends

Tue, 04/30/2019 - 22:00 -- Diinymo

Along the path behind my home,

The wild lime green bends.

Surrounded by golden poppies a throne

Wrapped in overlapping threads.

 

A concrete path laid before,

Its white velvet left unscathed,

As I walked along the dirt shore,

Wavering under the sun's wrath.

 

But alas! A sudden wind.

Away as the seeds of a dandelion,

Past where the poppies bind,

Floating lightly into the horizon.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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