The Cornflower

Balancing on a steady stem
the tender purple bluish threads
which make up its small, fragile head
raised to the hiding sun,
its rosy eye gleams to the sky,
that through June ever blinds its eye
to those who seek its warmth,
and waving in the summer breeze
it waits for the sun’s warm release;
it waits for summer’s come

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