WildFlowers
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Down through the ages there grew
On Europe’s meadows and fallow rows
Of corn, wheat and barley too
A wildling flower with perfect petals blue
I cannot help but picture you in a garden,
laying amongst the wildflowers.
~awatr
She is a wildflower.
Not picked for her beauty,
but for her wild heart.
A child of mother nature
she grows in the darkest of places.
Through the cracks of brokenness
she blooms with grace.
