Cut and watered the daisy I expresses for this I’ve joy in the morning
Not far from Summer’s days the same, love song that cheers you up
The sun between the clouds of sunlight to darkness sleeps In midnights
Blindfolded she is to what covers eyes with cloths untied now
He give in and takes it off
When the morning comes, watery wet harvest times
Here and there after
You can see the passover
Should keep it up
Daffodils on desks
Earnest, falls retreats comes
The rose
Reflects you in the mirror,
Day by day
Passes
Clean air freshens
Up the bay side
Ooooo, I love the pieces of this poem that weave themselves into a whole. Small parcels that build big images and emotion. Well done.