Daisies
Golden orbs entancing your eyes
White petals, innocent and pure
Blooming, ever so slightly they rise
As they grow and mature
And then wither and die
Surrounded by dandelions
A flute medley that makes grown men cry
And old ruins tangled up in vines
Dandelions
Picked by little kids
Who know the innocence and importance
Of what it means to be a kid
While many want roses
I yearn for the daisies
Innocent and pure
Golden orbs and white pedals
Entrancing my eyes
Reminding me that all is going to be okay.
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An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoesíaIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
