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My wild flower, bloomed, in the deep forest. I would not pick you. You belong to the wilderness. You are its treasure. You are precious.

My wild flower, bloomed, at the twilight hour. I cannot pick you. Your fragrance is my breath. I inhale your scent, and exhale my sigh...   My wild flower, bloomed, on the far side of a top branch. I cannot pick you. You shine prettily in morning sun. You give me hope. You give me life.

 | Relief |  - D. D

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Are you a thought,  that I feel, that I hear?  Are you a thought  that I cannot see?  Lover, tell me.

Are you the feather  that brings the distant bird song  to me?  Are you the butterfly wing  with colors of springing desire?

Are you the one  who gave my dream, the wings to fly? Lover, tell me.

- D. D

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