Friday, February 4, 2011

where the wild flowers grow

When we were together ~ in this world ~ you picked me wild flowers ~ and placed one in my hair ~ I lay and close my eyes ~ and wait for you to come ~ you are the breeze ~ gently touching my hand ~ I reach out ~ running through tall grasses with you ~ screaming out, I release your name ~  Im free to let you go now and open my eyes ~ all is still ~ you have gone ~ in my hair ~ a wild flower  ~ your goodbye 


  1. Beautiful and romantic scenery. You can see the flowers, smell the grass, feel the love. The lyrics of Wild Horses - the Rolling Stones entered in my head. Love your poem.

  2. This is beautiful. I can visualise it and see it as short film in my head...Beez, this is lovely x

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