Bright hill

by Dagmar Wilson   Feb 28, 2019


I have grown patience
regained my strenght,
lowered the tone of my voice.
Changing my habits was a must.

This place I call my nest
tought me how to cope with pain,
when to speak or hold my peace.

The flower I have become
has a name,
I am the daisy on a bright hill.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Lovely use of imagery here. X

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful and inspiring . Daisys are so pure and bright. Much love Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, this is so inspiring. Through growth we gain peace. Hugs you-

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