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Wildflowers grow in field and meadow,
Where nobody tends or sows,
They find their way through rock and soil,
Against all common shows.
Purple, yellow, white, and blue,
A painter's palette free,
The wilding bloom cares nothing for,
What humans think to be.
I'd rather be a wildflower bold,
Than garden rose refined,
Growing free where winds do blow,
In body, spirit, mind.
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