The Wildflower
scattered by the wind
Broken and shattered
Free and untamed
In the gardens of wildflowers
Through dirt and soil
Sun and rain
It holds its domain
Other flowers viewed her as a rose
Beautiful and yet painful to hold
Some golden daffodils dance
And fluttered miraculous
To win the wildflower
The wildflower grew
in all the gardens
Where no flowers thought it would
The aching hopes
Hurting memories
Eternity for infinity
The wildflower just blooms
Grow between the hollows
Flourish
Deep in the roots
And keep the light
From the broken earth
Able to weather
Knowing that it will soon wither
Written by Sofia Naznim
Published at Teesta Review
A Journal of Poetry
Volume 3, Number 2
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