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and what does daisy see

 
 


 
I want to know what does
daisy see –

does she see the tree
against the blueness of skies,
does she see the hand and the eyes?

Does she ever think of the hours,
does she see the fingers
who decapitate flowers?

Does she ever hunger for flight
in the middle of the night?

I want to know
what daisy does see
within and beyond all this glory
of the dewed and freshly green grass –

does she ever see time
as it slowly comes to pass?
 
 
 
>© Nina Light CC-BY-NC-ND


 
 
 

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