One Woman's Quest II

Growing with gratitude for life's challenges

Wild Flowers

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Amongst the roots and tangle
of overgrowth and debris
flowers grow wild

beauty unexpected,
delicate, yet tenacious –
infusion of hope.

(For Lens-artists challenge: wild)

7 thoughts on “Wild Flowers”

Rupali says:

June 7, 2019 at 4:59 pm

Beautiful.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  June 7, 2019 at 9:34 pm
  
  Thank you
  
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Tina Schell says:

June 7, 2019 at 11:38 am

Beautiful wildflowers and a lovely, well-matched verse VJ

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BB&Y says:

June 7, 2019 at 7:31 am

Sometimes you read something that reminds you…Be wild, go where the wind takes you…this is the subject of the week…Thanks!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  June 7, 2019 at 10:05 am
  
  Thanks to you!
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

June 7, 2019 at 6:53 am

Amen to that! Thanks for bringing us the beauty in the midst of ugly V.J.! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  June 7, 2019 at 10:05 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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