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of unknown origin

I shouldn’t be here
I am removed in everything,
see within the seed
of unknown origin

I am like a cherry blossom
blooming out of content,
a blood red orchid
persisting in fields
of white petals

after the burst into flower,
I regather the petals,
and see nothing like self

I am,
a wildflower
of unknown origin
flourishing out of context.

and in the pagoda
a lotus smiles

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I am,
a wildflower...

you are anything but

from seeds of flowers we all bloom
and in the midst of a desert
a cactus too
some cacti produce lovely flowers too
someday I shall show to you

think not of thyself in under tones
you have steel,
nay iron bones
stronger than any man's

so be a sweetest flower
as far as you can
never say a wild one again

roses like me bloom forever,
in books
as book marks they dwell
those alone memorable memories do tell

what wild flower you say
you are the outstanding poetic justice of today
a rosy flower
through Neopoets
all the way...

loved

theres a poem in your comment :)

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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poem
long time silence means!

loved

Smiles :) ello

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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It is late here and the fields of flowers are showing their beauty to my eyes, as you tweak the imagination.
You are not out of phase with the uniformity of the universe, that you are a different colour in you ways is another lovely normal.
That you feel, should be good enough for others, and if they cannot see that a flower with a change of colour in a mundane landscape, is a reference point, of not only change, but a change for the better as it can only be beautiful.
Our Serendipity is as she always will be a "happy accident" or "pleasant surprise" so you young lady must retain this freedom of mind and hopefully many more sojourn's (Loved) happy and pleasant to our minds.
It is 00-00 now so I must away where the children play, yet know that they work hard though they never tire.
I am a little tired, but of the mind not body.
A freedom of thoughts that are restricted.
A beauty of vision that is held at bay
I shall wander in dreams, there is my sanctuary.
A cave, a dark room, nothing can be better than contentment.
I shall seek it, till the morning sun caresses the night away.
Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Sorry for my late reply I went walkabout but I am back now, I will send you a message in the morning ;)

love always JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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since you were walking about
I haven't been read
so I am thinking of quitting
as unread
but not as yet dead
so that I can walk about instead

loved

I am ok :) thanks for asking

love JC xxx

p.s dont be a quitter be a quiet achiever :)

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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