Calla Lily

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calla lily, daisy petals, dandelions, no bed of roses, the garden of love

She was lovely as a calla lily…
magnificent and beautiful,
sophisticated and powerful;
she bloomed mystically.

She was much more than she appeared to be…
she was far more than a pretty face and a slim waist.
She had so much substance behind that pretty face and that slim waist…
she was much more than I cared to see.

At the root of it all,
my foolish pride was illy.

If only I’d stopped to smell the roses,
I could have cherished my calla lily.

The Garden of Love is no bed of roses,
I miss my calla lily.

They say love is stronger than pride,
my ego said “Nope! NOT AT ALL!”

Truth be told,
a calla lily is not a lily at all.

Nevertheless,
I should’ve fought for love…
when I had a calla lily in the palm of my hand;
now I’m picking the petals of a daisy,
thinking of my calla lily,
plucking dandelions,
blowing the seeds off of a dandelion globe,
making calla lily wishes,
waiting for dandelion snow to fall.

–@StevieStreets #nobedofroses | Calla Lily

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Dandelion Girl

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dandelions, happiness, kindness, seeds of joy, smiles

Her kindness sprinkled upon soiled hearts,

like dandelions do to grass.

 

Her smile behaved as the wind;

prolifically dispersing seeds of joy from her heart,

she sprinkled happiness upon saddened hearts

like a blow flower in the wind.

 

Her kindness was akin to the wind;

and she was such a dandelion girl.

 

She was a caring and carefree creature of the wind,

she was a dandelion girl.

 

Whenever she appeared,

even the saddest hearts were aglow;

she had a way of springing up happiness,

like dandelion snow.

 

She had eyes like dandelion snow,

you could wish upon the stars in her eyes

like dandelion clocks.

 

Love and happiness

were like clockwork,

as peace parachuted from her eyes.

 

What an eyesight to see,

the iris of her eyes were as bright as dandelion rosettes.

 

She was a beautiful vignette

of kindness

in a cruel world.

 

She was wild in the wind,

gentle as the breeze that propels seeds of joy afloat the wind –

blowing happiness through the hearts of misty-eyed friends;

unfriendly was the enemy, kindness was her remedy

and she sprinkled her splendor splendidly,

she was such a dandelion girl.

 

Her kindness sprinkled upon soiled hearts,

she was a beautiful dandelion girl.

 

–@StevieStreets | Dandelion Girl