As she embarks upon the endless
amber hills of parched meadow grass
She feels protected beneath
the quartz crystal - tiger's eye sky
Like the distant gentle ferns meandering
exquisitely against the violet fells
The hardy, diaphanous dandelion seed
carried upon the mercy of the wayward breeze
She knows... that she too will survive.
© Debbie Razey 2014
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