Wild Daisy Growing
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Written: December 17, 2023
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Our young braves had fled off!
We stand poised; they stay live!
The wildwood rose will grow.
Honeysuckles also spray.
Our braves were laid down low.
Our young braves had fled off!
The birds' rhythm will be heard.
Throughout the whole winter,
From the trees near his grave!
Lightning sparks a sprinter.
Our young braves had fled off!
The world could e'er yield dross.
In tears for our grave grief
Our bright goal stands in blight.
glued seethe and verdant leaf
Our young braves had fled off!
We shall now cease our search.
doom was etched on his brow
Still, pride ought to be praise!
We breathe in gloom and bow.
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