Flowers

The sun rose high.
The flowers grew tall.

Today I see their beauty.

My gaze moves out.
I see amazing
colors on the hill
I feel joy today.

I know the days will change.
This memory is stronger than time.
I hope to return with you.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.

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