They
bloom
in
silence,
unseen
but
watching.
holding
secrets
the
bright
ones
never
notice.
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E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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Larkspur
It climbs like a spell spoken slowly. Blue, violet, sometimes white, as if sky had found a way to root itself. Larkspur is delicate only at a distance. Up close, it’s tall, lean, and strange; petals shaped like wings, like spurs, like something halfway between bloom and gesture. It grows fast, then vanishes without fuss. Poisonous, they say, but only if you don’t know how to look.
By E. C. Mira8 months ago in Poets
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