The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Wild Orchid


An intricate,
Delicate,
Unscented,
Petals.
Far from
Iron
Gold
Silver
And metals.
Priceless beauty,
in nature so free.
Blossoming
Reaching
Seeking
Climbing always,
the highest tree.
A wild orchid,
I am one
of three.

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