Blooming Daisies
Blooming Daisies
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.