Copse Quiver

Calm, Flower; I will not pick you.
Gorgeous, scented & crowned in dew.

There in blushes & palest pinks.
Of sun & raindrops, each one drinks.

Faded yellows & neon greens.
Twixt light, & shaded earth, bud leans.

Not one is shallow nor high-brow.
This cool beauty nature allows.

I look with love & nothing more…
On flawless, living, forest floor.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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