Weary Little Daisies
Her entire life
Her petals, knifed.
With a painful relief
Her petals gone, grief.
She awaits the rain
Only known friend.
Down days. With
Weary ways.
Dreary little babies
Weary little daisies.
She becomes a desert
Only to receive water.
This is for you beauty babies.
Water, You need?
I give.
She bows her head
Burned by beams.
Beauty babies, your so pale
You could almost be white.
You'll be okay... Just wait for the cycle.
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