Goldilocks


A daisy that lived,a daisy i loved
the honey that combs out
the dew drops that lay besides
the thorns that seered through my heart
the child lay asleep after a stormy night
the solitude it begets,an emotion
the roots decide on a long journey
am i not glad,o goldilocks
the daisy i saw was me.

Submitted by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR.

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