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My Wild Flower
Annie P.
Growing all alone
In a corner of the world.
Different from the others,
More special than others.
You seem to shine infinite sunlight
And grow taller with a smile.
A wet carnation has no beauty
Next to you.
You flaunt beads of color,
And shimmer on your back.
The highway, where you grow
Is savage but somehow,
You made it a garden.
I can't help but stare.
My wildflower, my vision of beauty.
Untamed and untouched,
You're rough and brute.
You embody the earthly spirits,
Barbaric and free.
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