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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