06 - febble daisy

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The seven seas with pink painted sky.

Beautiful as ever,

But they hold so many stories within.

Unrecognized,
people only see the beauty outside.

Not knowing the pain it remembers.

Dead bodies,
sunken ships.

"I am afraid.
I am terrified."
Daisy cries.

Scared of the howling wolves and sharpen spears,

Of the everlasting forest,
filled with skin and bones with no soul within.

Catching her breath,
from the shore into the woodland.
Trying to get away from the seventh witch.

She was trying to catch a breath,
Not knowing how to run,
so Daisy crawls.
Hiding under the wisteria tree.
Making it her home.

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