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Wildflowers

The meadow was embroidered with wildflower
and woven with cricket song.  
Plucking red poppies as the afternoon
wore on.
Here, the lost become found.
Beneath her daisy crown.
Her skin blazed by an ecstasy of sunbeams.
Remembering dying dreams
of long ago.  
When wildflowers were corpse's of stems packed
beneath the frozen snow.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
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