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Wildflowers
by Kalikala SmithI am among the wildflowers
a brilliant crown plainly seen.
But in this beauty I am drowning
it was more than I'd ever need.
You put me up on this pedastel
lay me out for all to see.
What am I doing in your garden,
as you sit there raking the leaves.
I am like these flowers,
the cold, the brown, the weak.
I am the servant,
of morning's dewey peaks.
I wish you could see me
for who I really am.
I'm not a rose among the thorns. 12/28/2003 Author's Note: people sometimes try to make you into something you are not. rose-colored glasses...
Posted on 12/28/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith
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