Her Wildflowers

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆
𝑶𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌
𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔
𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
𝑨 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚
𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕
𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆...𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏❜𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏

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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝑰 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.

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