Daisy petals
Are picked one by one,
And blown by the wind,
Dancing on their way before
Arriving to you.
I hope they were not lying to me
When the told you loved me.
I pray that when my delicate daisies reach you,
That you are not preoccupied
with smelling the roses.
YOU ARE READING
Afternoon Thoughts
PoesiaHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
