Winflowers

Winflowers, my father told me not to go near them, he feared them always

Said they carried him away

Winflowers, I couldn’t wait to touch them to smell them I held them close me

Now I can not break away

Their sweet bouquet disappear like a river in the desert take a warning, son

Winflowers their beauty capture every young dearmer who lingers near them

Angel winflowers I love you

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