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Daisy
By cy5
From hundreds of petels emerge passions dozens
In pairs though all seem the same
And one contradiction is to another
One’s pride is other one’s shame
And if one of those petels always seduces
With rainbows of colors and scents
Then twin his evil pleasure reduces
Night black and empty descends
Then listen to music of forests and rivers
Like using first time your ears
‘Till moment later inbetween shivers
hear sounds that torment and pierce
I endlessly travel through night and day
Armed with these petels like wings
Impatient to triumph or to fall prey
Uncertain what next one will bring
Knowing this all I should decide
And choose direction fine
But
What prizes and traps next pair will hide
I have to find out one more time
Copyright ©cy5 2002
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