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Daisy

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It's best not to waste slow moving time

and it's not always wise

to run with the tales of the starry eyed.

Maybe through a change of tides and winds

our faces and eyes will meet again.

Like the lovers we were

lest the fear.

And it wouldn't matter so as you'd nurtured my soul


 

for a little while

in the whispering winds through the tree branch bends

like a cradled child.

 

But like all humans of our time,

growing up is never kind.

 

Do you wonder if it didn't have to be that way?

 

What if we could run barefoot under the sun

in endless summer rays

wasting our slow moving time

as daisy's,

growing blind...

 

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Left me breathlesss...brava!

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Lovely I enjoyed this very much!

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