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Chance


Each white petal
gently falls;
plucked in urgency to know the truth...

 

 

 

Love me or love me not?

 

 

 

Is this the way to know what future has in mind?

A last attempt to unveil what his heart holds;
as words fail hushed lips,
holding onto this simple stem,
bare as it was

when just a bud~

Abundant is this field,
with bouquets of daisies...

 

 

 

 

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My daughter was plucking daisies today..love me, love me not..

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  • InBetweenThoughts
    July 25, 2007

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    As the last petal fell and gently touched the creeks water, whispers heard within the depths, he loves ya A beautiful write, great imagery, well penned love Have a beautiful day, your Cowboy


    • jasminerose
      July 26, 2007
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      Thank you!

      Love's me? Love's me not? Glad that was answered Phew.. I hate plucking those daisies..lol
      Although it was Haley that was plucking away asking.. so I will pass the message along to your bright eyed little girl!!
      Thank you Love for the lovely and very beautiful poetic comment!!
      Have a beautiful day too!!
      Love Linda
      xoxo


  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    July 22, 2007

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    and from the mouth of babes, inspiration has been plucked. An excellent, delightful little piece my friend.

    well done.

    wouldn't it just be a perfect world if we all found such spirited ideas from our children. We dream of their innocence lasting, and cry when they eventually leave our arms to wander this world on their own two feet.....well...until a bill turns up and all you here is those sweet words of ''dad, can I ..........pleeeease'' great isn't it..