VergeToday, there were ox eye daisies on the verge,
Waving at me through the bus window.
"Strive" they said.
"Keep your faces to the sun, " said I
"Promise?" asked the blue sky of us both,
Our pledge was set.
The sky our witness,judge and jury.
Albeit a safe bet for the daisies,
They know not how to seek shade,
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-06-15 at 00:34
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