🍁Untamed Bloom🍁
A wildflower stands alone in meadow space,
Waiting to be touched, yet keeping its grace.
It never withers through the changing years,
Bears scars that glint like snow through hopes and fears.
It dances freely where the wild winds blow,
Bee-stings feel warm, yet deep cold starts to grow.
Chill creeps slow within its quiet root,
While sun and storm both test its tender fruit.
In parched dry fields it suffers and endures,
Where rain rarely falls, and earth stays poor...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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