Wildflowers

wildflowers flutter against the wind, their colors melt into the sun–blues turn into deeper shades of indigo when the night falls, as if nature had painted an impressionist work of art, capturing the changes in light, the passage of time, the transience of life, and in all of it, beauty still permeates, transformed, healed.

© 2016 magicofwords

To celebrate National Poetry Month, I will write a creative piece every day.

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