(Sea Girt, NJ boardwalk -2010)Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world far too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun for
I will touch a hundred flowers
and not pick one.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
You knew I would love this! Flower power plus potent poetry. Thank you for inviting me to stop and smell the petunias (?) with you. You're inspiring me to read (and write) more poems!
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