The Daisy, by lacebutterflies |
Quiet, gentle Beauty The daisy Stands Alone in The late February wind. It Sometimes envys The attention that the Tiger lilys get with Their brash, bold colors and Tall, graceful nacks. Yet, the daisy posseses Its own special light, Its own power. *Some things just die in silence without the fame.* © Copyright R. McCarthy |
Posted: 2005-03-28 20:31:51 UTC |
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