The Daisy

November 15, 2016
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A vast field: occupied by yellow.
Blooming buds: rich, vibrant, pure.
Grim weeds: they gnaw at pedals.
Field consumed. One daisy remains.
Youth’s innocence. Lost with age. 
The world corrupts, yet it lingers.

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