21 hours ago
Flowers Enlightenment She. At the far back of fields on some small path near the forests the hundreds of yellow buttercup flowers wild and weird hide in the marsh muddy quicksand and are almost impossible to approach. Ah,- just walk and let it be- they are like some kind of enlightenment or like she,- wild beautiful eyes dazzling movements and the right soul. Ah,- just walk your path and forget about all that- flowers, Enlightenment, She. Dirt path, calloused foot, distant hawk or blackbird, you are for me. Dandelion, windy reed, I am not grand but just an orphan seed. Let me be myself above all else and leave the yellow flowers and the dream of high destiny to another.