Thursday, November 15, 2007

Windflowers

Windflowers,
my father told me not
to go near them, he said he feared
them always, and he told me that
they carried him away.

Windflowers, beautiful windflowers,
I couldn't wait to touch them,
to smell them I held them closely,
and now, I cannot break away
their sweet bouquet disappears
like the vapor, in the desert
so, take a warning, son.

Windflowers, ancient windflowers,
their beauty, captures every young dreamer
who lingers near them,
but Ancient windflowers, I love you.

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