Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon
Driftwood
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RED GLADIOLA 
Lovely thought. May I reblog?
Sure! And thanks. =)
Many thanks. 🙂
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