by The Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect
A small world within itself
And, as we searched for a gate.
A stile, by which to leave the field,
I crushed it.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond



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