The wildflower…
The wildflowers….
Wild flowers and sweet dreams.
Dancing nude and free.
You were my perfect woman.
I was your Bob Dylan.
Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world.
We would travel to photo the wildflowers fields.
Drank sweet red wine and laugh at the free wind.
We stood our ground and we knew.
The wild flowers dreams are hard to hold.
You were my love and I was your lovers in the middle of the dancing wildflowers.
We knew our time was short.
The fire of being fearless only shined for a short time.
The Winterizing of the heart and mind.
Leave two domain people wishing for butterfly kisses and
to make love in wildflowers field like children in heart once again.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Beautiful.
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Thank you dear Elaina.
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Beautiful and loved it, Wildflowers are always somehow the most precious because they grow in abundance and in many different colors, Made me think of a Dolly Parton song called Wildflower and the words wildflowers don’t care where they grew, I hope you have a great start to the new week,
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Thank you dear Rasma for reading and the comment. You can plant wildflowers. Here in Michigan, they appear everywhere.
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THE WILDFLOWER…amazing lines, words and muci
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Thank you my friend.
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wow, no words to add…
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Thank you my kind friend.
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