Daisy
From a great distance,
my heart still skipped a beat
at the drip of your voice
into my longing ears.
I felt you vividly,
caught a glimpse of that exquisite face of yours,
only to learn it was fantasy
Still, I hold gratitude
Daisy,
one certain day
our roads will cross,
and I will not know what to do,
for you are not mine.
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