The daisy follows soft the sun, And when his golden walk is done, Sits shyly at his feet. He, waking, finds the flower near. “Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?” “Because, sir, love is sweet!”
We are the flower, Thou the sun! Forgive us, if as days decline, We nearer steal to Thee, — Enamoured of the parting west, The peace, the flight, the amethyst, Night’s possibility!
Splendid poem and we are the flower that is so beautifully encased as a heart, Amira. Lovely and beautiful words so well composed.
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Thank you dear Kamal! So glad you enjoyed it dear friend! 🙂 ❤
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Welcome dear Amira always.
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