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He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me.
I pull the yellow daisy slowly apart.
Petals fall to the grass in a cascade of bruised yellow.
He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.
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Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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Comments (2)
Bruised yellow, oh no. We did it with dandelions. Great one you wrote.
Great poem! Well written!