Innocence
By Myra Lochner
she walks over green hills pure as a daisy yes, innocently sleeping in shadows of trees on the meadows pure as a daisy she walks over mountains yes, fearlessly wandering the paths of the spiders she dances on breezes pure as a daisy yes, fleetingly meeting forbodings of yearning sweet supposition of Love and enticement harbinger of passion ... awaited by Silence oh, innocent daisy... awaited by shadows, by hurt and by sadness ... awaited by pain and the fading of laughter ... the silence of laughter oh, innocent daughter! pure as a daisy baby myra Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 06:58 AM PST, Myra Lochner 10 • 9 • 8
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"she walks over green hills..."