throwing daisies down, into the water;
watching their petals grasp the wind
and dance, and swirl
until they landed with a ripple.
You came over as they floated away,
with questioning eyebrows.
I tried to explain, and you picked me another daisy.
"It's okay." I said.
For some reason, I wanted to keep the daisies
to myself;
there was something about being the only witness
to that moment of beauty
that seemed so enticing.
A perfect secret, between myself
and the world
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