I am a spot on a daisy
Floating and fluttering
The wind carries me off
I wander through the skies
A desert of roses and wheat
Which is where I find you
Amidst the desert's heat
Trapped in this cocoon
A simple spot I remain
Now upon your cheek
You might see me soon
Or perhaps I wander again
The wind does know me well
Be it fated or random swell
I go where I am needed
Only when I'm gone do you see
That spotted cheek now barren
A desert all its own now
A desert that robbed you of me
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
