A guilty comparison

Twas all over the hill
Where the Wild flower grew.
I knew that for meĀ
This was one which to keepĀ
Though my bird narily flew.
Ā
But on the other hill
Where sun hit just rightĀ
The bees gathered
And over would fight.
Bright as these new flowers were
Ā
On the other hill over the way
I could see how forgottenĀ
Was the Wild flower's day.
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I've read this a few times to capture the beauty, your title is wonderful, the imagery is delightful I can see it all, the birds and the bees and that very delicate touch of forgotten by the end. š¹Ā
I like this Wonder full. I've been known to be called once or twice in my time a Seeker. So I do tend to believe in the Wonderful lol
You are indeed a seeker, another word curious you are also a very gentle soul timid and sometimes insicure at least on the internet, just as well we found eachother as I'm a tiger, I will find your soul always! And your poetry well, it's wonderful because you always write from your heart and I as a fellow writer always feel it. š¹Ā
It's true, and I hope I don't big note myself when I say I'm a raw nerve. Really it's not as nice as people would have it sound. But I'm glad for you to be a reader of mine.Ā
I think you have a raw nerve rather than you are one, it's ok, we all have a raw nerve even me. š¹Ā
Hi R... this is interesting and actually quite deep. Of the three options I choose...x
I may be something of an empathy. Find myself guilty about lots in life, but better than the alternativeĀ