The Daisy follows soft the Sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?”
“Because, Sir, love is sweet!”
~ Emily Dickinson
For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
~ Poetictouch
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