& finds there a strange boy
playing in the leaves.
They sit around &
eat mothers making
& linger longer laughing & mistaking...
...These new age pharisees
overlook the urgency
of returning to simplicity.
before we reach capacity,
they're afraid to lose identity
amongst your foreign remedies...
Winter's cold
because he's old.
But through the snow,
The Daisies grow...
In meadows of white.
The grass is to my shoulder
But you're completely covered.
As Fruit of imaginings,
Her existence began.
She sprouted from the soil
Like the pearl from a clam.
Nurtured by the earthen spirits,
Knowledge gathered like dew.
She spoke truths like a folk tale,
Only he'd believe were true.
Precious :)
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