The daisy, autumn gifted me long before,
Was devoid of fragrance and charm,
Yet, fresh in color and luminous in its guise.
Placing my daisy on the single vase I had,
I nurtured it with great love and closeness.
Spake to it, it often didn't...
Loosing its kingdom, daisy sounded gloomy.
Days later, daisy smiled, but in pieces,
Reminding me of its vows to be undertaken.
I let daisy go, letting it to stick by the promises,
Took on while young, holding on still.
Sensing my soul, daisy turned lovable and aromatic,
More and more and in tons and tons!
Seasons many and troth many...
A singing little bird like, daisy flies in and goes away,
Taking all my holy breath away until back again.
A single sight of my daisy is all that makes me gleeful,
A handful of moments is all that I wish for.
Heaven let us live together once and continually.
Another April and here's my sole wish,
To greet my daisy A HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
With a bunch of red daisy flowers!
Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.
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