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You bloom beauty
for the lover of the woods.
The moon looms
across the sky window.

Although the butterflies catch your lingering scent
and bees seek out your hidden honey
The path knows only the marching of the weeds
in the wilderness.

The sun flares with glares of your alluring face
with its stares melting down your beauty
No one yet beholding your loveliness.

Fading petals, falling tears
flooding hope to weather the winter
to bud again in another spring
for the lover of the woods.

- Bernard Gieske, Feb. 3, 2009


By Bengieske

© 2015 Bengieske (All rights reserved)


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