Daisy

While others bask in summer’s splendor And wither at winter’s cold hand, In bloom forever my small daisy shall stand.

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I laugh, yet I bleed these shades of crimson blindness. Where is my reward?

Will this away: the heedless noise, the shifting of the silver tides. Embrace the mountains far aloft with clouds encircled, fair and...

Is it we who look up to the stars? Or do they gaze up toward us?