~ Wildflower ~

Dream of a warm soil that turns nightly, pulling you closer to the stars,
whiling a way to become, always drawn within, an unchosen destiny,
a dream warmed biding this turning.
oh this turn ń turn of earthly flow,
it is just us that speak inside calling a thought to understand,
The seed sharing the breeze seen while you take a moment to look up to the flying clouds.
There riding a destiny that takes ones breath to decipher, or a kismet of wild flowers settling upon warm soils dreaminess to a variable sky.

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