She once had a garden of daisies, but others planted roses red as blood.
With distraught she tore her garden apart until it was all left with mud.
Planting the roses in they grew beautiful and bright.
But foolish she had been, for her daisies were out of sight.
For the boy next door couldn't pick her roses for they pricked his skin
He searched for daisies to see her grin.
But the girl had destroyed her daisies and now was like the others.
The daisies had been bright, a daring and happy colour
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
