Wildflower
I am the wildflower that never blooms.
I am a bird with a whimsical plume.
Always there in existence,
Reality bites dust in my mind's presence
Vague and livid, extraordinary embellishments.
Escape and shine; my exact sentiments.
Try to determine my entity if you must,
You will be lost in an abyss, in that I trust.
For I am deeper than a lake,
I am a kaleidoscopic jewel of my own make.
Cast in platinum, the stronger I get
With every blow, my purpose is set.
Mistake me not for the snow in the wind,
Wayward roads are not always a sin.
For every path that I have tread,
Can be poetry that shall be read.
An understanding someone, someday shall gain,
And I will know my viability wasn't lost in vain.
For I am the wildflower that never blooms.
I am a light that burns with a vibrant fume.
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