Daisy
As
the sun begins to rise
I
turn and twist
The
robin cries
The
cool morning mist
Blankets
the sky
I
yearn for heat
I
want not to have time pass me by
Finally
the sunlight and I meet
Tightly
held shut
I
begin to open
Tips
of white I show but
Eager,
I ache to display my token
It
is at last my hour
I
reveal I am but a simple flower
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