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The Search
She searched high when
they said it was difficult to find.
A magical flower some swore
didn't exist at all.
She searched low when
they said it was
impossible to forget.
She yearned for that kind
of remembering.
She searched far and wide.
It was only when she gave up
and turned for home that
she spied it.
The reflection of sunlight
dappled the bloom
nestled in the moss
of the ancient tree.
She knelt beside it and
drank in its sorcery.
She set her basket down,
stroked the velvety petals.
The flower whispered,
"Leave me be."
"Why?"
"Because I am."
She reached into her pocket.
*Snip*
She gently placed it in the basket.
"And now you belong to me."
d.s. hill ©
The Holy Grail
Like searching for El Dorado - enjoyed the quest. - Lady A -
nice poem
I can feel it as if I was there