Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
PerennialI do not want the annual touch
Of wild flowers in colors fair,
Which die in throes of vanity
To shoot their pollen through the air.
But rather, when you take my hand,
Hold tight to those perennial dreams;
Think carefully before you grasp -
But once you do, do not recede.
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