A life of their own
Not answerable to man
Nor
Season.
Diverse rainbow charms,
Like butterflies,
Drifting
Only with the winds
As their companions.
Like dandelion seeds,
But with a spectrum of colour,
They float silently
In all directions.
Free;
With a life of their own
Not answerable to man
Nor
Season.
Free;
With only the winds
As their companions...
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Mercia - (By David Hurt)
PoetryPicture by merciadragon.net A Selection of poems, by me, dedicated to my home province...
