There you stood, rare and bright. Defying the odds. Shining in a field far away. Flourishing in a wide open world. Sparkling in the foreground of my dreams.
I still see you, sunny and true. Unfolding under the sky. Craning for a mountain view. Growing taller everyday. Promising petals on a path I might have missed.
Written by Mark Johnson, September 6, 2019
I like the photo you selected for this!
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Thank you, Tom. I knew you’d recognize it!
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