Day by Daisy


Sailing to the window of daily scent,
days of daisy have been forgotten,
spoiled by the sound of prosaic sophist; 
Waiting for the April to bloom, it has to be 
suffocated, and cry for the next spring, 
whenever prayers watch daisy as the 
pale mummery.

3rd Jan, 2025

              
                
             
     
     
     
     
     
      
     
     
     
    
  
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