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DAISY
April 11, 2016
‘He loves me, He loves me not’
The words keep on repeating
The phrases keeps on playing
I was holding a daisy in my hand
So precious and meaningful
It was so beautiful
I loved it so much
It shone its bright colour, so innocent
I plucked the petals
I was angry but then I saw the why
I was showing a reflection
By every petal plucked
It was slowly destroyed
Just like our friendship
© Dana H., Wichita Falls, TX
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