Rhianna Quanstrom
Joined May 2018
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Wildflower
I'm a wildflower growing among the weeds. They choke me with their snares, I'm left heaving for air. I see the field in the distance. The valley of extravagant colors, swaying in the wind. I hear their songs, the melody is light with laughter and freedom. The field of wildflowers, where I belong.
By Rhianna Quanstrom6 years ago in Poets