Wildflower Skies

The world was satin on that day

stitched to me by windspun thread

all the skies billowing on the gentle breeze

A soft prescience hung suspended in cloudbursts

like flowers caught in vivid bloom

And there were words on the very tip of a silent tongue

caught in the ebb and flow of those wildflower skies

hanging on to the last fragments of a dream

that the rains might never come

that the day might never end

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What saying gets truer and truer for you as time goes by? For me, it’s “ignorance is bliss.”

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Image by นายพิพัฒน์ศักดิ์ ไชยวงษ์ from Pixabay