Daisy Days Bloom
Flaxen- haired maidens
frolic fresh meadows,
laughing and skipping
under a sparkling sun.
Their nimble fingers
weave daisy chains,
delicately braiding
wind tangled tresses.
Plucking on petals
a promise of love,
they clasp lily hands
chanting, circling.
With lips of pink roses
eyes of powder blue
skin of sweet jasmine
youth yearns to bloom.
MMC © 2011
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