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Flower Poems
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In Love with the Wind
The wind blows on
to every horizon
passing through the earth
where it could be heard
Here comes a flower
in its flourishing
the spirit of the wind
soaking in every inch of its living
Shaking and trembling
the flower nearly stops breathing
Screaming and shouting
the flower rebels from its rooting
Struggling against its origin
the flower dreams to fly away
to be free,
gone with the wind
But the wind is gone,
leaving the flower alone,
scattered like a fragile bone
until its days are gone Anggie Servian
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I hope that my family enjoys as much as I do the quiet times that we spend at the tree nursery. It truly is a sacred time for me as I enjoy time passing slowly under the garden tree or just roaming the , tree nursery. I finish with the words of William Blake: And into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole, In the morning glad I see, My foe outstretched beneath the garden tree
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