A letter to Daisy
Reason with me - What matter of passion;
curling your hair, in touch with you nature.
It is the truth,
yet my soul ceaseth to complain.
So, painfully I reside and yet nothing is in my heart.
It's a peace and love and joy to complain.
Let the spirit Bloom,
let if fly, because it needs to.
The spirit of advancing and the spirit of amusing.
The devil is there and is immune with weakness.
But a letter to a friend is a letter to a heart.
May daisies in the sun stay jovial always.
In mystery and gloom, we pray for the Day.
Reason with one; reason with All.
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