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For a Sweetheart
I sometimes think about daisies
growing in the snowy fields
and in the slush beside rivers.
What light is in each pin
of yellowest pollen! I say daisies,
I might be describing another flower...
but she’ll always be daisy to me.
growing in the snowy fields
and in the slush beside rivers.
What light is in each pin
of yellowest pollen! I say daisies,
I might be describing another flower...
but she’ll always be daisy to me.
Published 22nd May 2022
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