she smelled of Daisies….

Wrapped in white, sunshine’s child

Bright eyes and wild;

Passionate lover trapped in temper

Sweet as honey, busy  little bee!

In the moors there she roamed

In the clouds there she soared

Passing wonder,

Nature lover- there she be.

She smelled of daisies,

How they fancied thee!

Careless wanderer

Helpless wonder.

Back to nature

There she sinks

I lay daisies making links;

Beautiful creature, sleep… Don’t blink!



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