What asperity to a crude and yet so tender,a youthful exuberance
And so great a naïvely response to that nature call
In a resounding silence, I respond
Not to the soothing of the soul
But to damage of an already sore heart
I now regret, but I then did not
"Crush" that is what the dictionary calls it
Withstanding my resistance, he puts it upon himself to keep trying
Against all odds, he keeps night for this daisy
Waiting for the right time to pluck
Before a prying eyes picks
In his waiting, a flood drives him away
For him to find his daisy missing on return
"Life must go on" he painfully murmured
And go on, he did
But just as master karma would predict, the daisy came calling... it
was wrong timing!
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