Wildflower

Wildflower

Wildflower

My original poem

Wildflower

Standing in a flower-grass field
Her smile makes your deepest sorrow yield
Her eyes like a galaxy of stars in the sky
Her dreams and ambitions, she was created to fly

But most of all, what struck me
Was the wildflower in her soul, I could see
The barefoot gypsy dancing smile
The carelessness that makes you stare for a while

The wind slowly strokes her hair
The reckless travler, without a care
She has a little moonlight in her heart
A strange way of being composed whilst falling apart…

The stars were put up in the sky
So that one day you and I
Would be distracted from her beauty
By the only other thing that’s looks are worthy

They can still feel her fingertips gently kissing their skin
Her warmness, pulling you in
Too bad all flowers go to decay
Just as when we wake… dreams fade away…