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Jun 05
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haileychase

White Yarrow

Lacy eyes stare back into mine,
Curious for the answers.
A broken clock freezing time
In a pure and ghost-like manner.

Ivory flowers cover the head,
Exposing beauty to every direction.
The seeds are due to spread
And magnetize more attention.

The fresh scent of sweet nectar
Compliments the citron bird’s song.
With no designed protector,
The fragile blossom stands strong.
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Posted: 06.05.19
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Jun 06, 2019

    Beautiful!!

    Shannon Ripp

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