Unplucked Daisies
A dreamy girl hides her wishful eyes
under her fingers and white daisies;
who wonders what she's thinking?
Is it a wish or the surge of a feeling?
Those fragile dainty daisies of late spring
must be unplucked soon, and if she believes
her love is pure, it needs no further revealing;
will she revive her dream and put on wings?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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