Natures prosperity
in minutae
enfolds every bee
tentacles tyrian
creature within
ecstasy of pollen
joy so shared
sacred
but hardly rare
virtue
of the nominal
purity of the plain
the thistle
in this heart
causes no pain
A contest entry
- Theory Of A Thistle - Overnight Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended August 20, 2007, 8 entries
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Comments
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Oh, nciely done. You approached more of my thoughts in this piece. Soemtimes the greatest beauty and joy is found in the hardest of places....the heart of something tough, hard and thorny.

