Wildflower

Comfort of creation
 Lying on the lap of God
 Strewn out like a carpet
 Contented in the raw
 Abiding by persistence
 Perfection in a pan
 Uprooting after planting
 Absent the tools in hand
 The latest bloomer
 In such an early disguise
 And when no sooner
 Tears fall from on high
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 Wayward west I found you
 I sensed your presence here
 Combing cliffs, in the finest 'drome
 I've chased you all these years
 In the chasm of your footprints
 Grave as a mourning dove
 Charading my existence
 Undermining love
 The subtle cessation
 Every thought to the brave
 Buried beneath what you are
 And what you pledge to change
 The latest bloomer
 In such an early disguise
 And nothing comes much sooner
 As the tears pour from your eyes
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 You're a wildflower
 The wild
 You're a wildflower
 The wild