All that I love
like all that I know
just a handful of daisies
picked before fall’s first snow.
Little matters, matter little.
Desire the unanswered golden riddle.
"My barn having burnt down, I could now see the moon"
All that I love
like all that I know
just a handful of daisies
picked before fall’s first snow.
Little matters, matter little.
Desire the unanswered golden riddle.
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This poem itself is a little daisy:-)