I envy the wild orchid
And wish I too
Might bloom for six to ten weeks
then lose
My head, and quiet- like a stone, lie
Dormant in my bed
Of cool, soft loam
To bloom again
and begin anew
When the days are agreeable
And the cold skies
blue.
Inbar Chava Frishman
This is my blog Like it, or not Some of it's good, (Most of it's not) But in the end, it Matters not; I Just needed someplace To ...
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