Nicole Moore
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Dedicated to the one whose fiercest foe and truest friend is herself
she who bears the soul’s weariness yet walks life’s rugged path,
hoping for cherry blossoms, flying geese, or stork nests.
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Poppies Know the Wind!
When I was a child, I would spend summer days searching for poppies along the walls and in abandoned lots. So small and fragile they were, it was clear they belonged to no part of the world I lived in. And yet, they grew—lifting themselves as far as they could reach. In some quiet, hidden way, they seemed to count the wind as a friend, a companion; for even the fiercest gusts could not tear their petals apart. Instead, their petals held hands, resisting together. The wind, their gentle ally, would kiss their crimson blades—ending in a soft velvet black—then move on.
By Nicole Moore5 months ago in Poets
