It was a weed and there it grew up from a seed from where who knew but its beauty was clear to me when bees seemed pleased
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
A Ha'Sonnet Will Do
It was a weed and there it grew up from a seed from where who knew but its beauty was clear to me when bees seemed pleased
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Beautiful! The last line completed the thought.
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Thank you Eugenia! And it was a reflection of reality based on a weed/wild flower in my garden. 🐝🙂
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I love the sound of this piece when reading it. Great creation!
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Thank you Cassa! I quite like this one, too! 🙂
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lovely!
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Thank you Kate! I quite liked this one. It was based on some weed/wild flowers that showed up in mu garden and all the bees and butterflies it attracted.
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It can be hard to tell the weeds from the flowers. I had a dog-rose come up in my garden and I haven’t had the heart to pull it out.
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🙂
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