Blooming Daisies

Blooming Daisies

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All of it was not an illumination,

Which hid behind rows of

Daisy seeds,

Raising blades of fire;

Uncaging the little birdie, free.


Obscurity; sunk,

Walls; broke,

All of it was so beautiful like the moon,

But still it hid behind a forlorn group.


Happy tears fell and the Daisies

bloomed,

Reminding, of her everlasting beauty

Which once masked behind scars,

Now a gleaming smile, resulting for

the sun to shine.


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