She’s a forget-me-not

She’s a forget-me-not
made in each and every
delicate fine line

not gaudy, just simple
dressed in sky-blue
with natural beauty
shining like the morning sun
with golden locks
hanging down slender shoulders.

Untouched she flowers
away on a farm,
away from the big city
with its bright lights,
she flourishes
as if each and every other place
doesn’t deserve her

and she’s happy
choosing to live a silent life
that finds tranquility
in simple things.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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