Daisy
Daisy, my cousin that shamed the
Snow white lilies
The daffodils play a taps,
Their trumpets buzzed a day too early
Cruel hands plucked your petals
One by one
She loves me, she loves me not
And in sick glee,
Splattered your white petals red
A flower’s last flush unseen
Your warm embrace
I will never return
Your aroma
I will never scent again
On your stomach
Red spider lilies bloom
And your beautiful petals
Now kindly scatter
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