Daisy
Uprooted,
my torn life is
firmly held.
"She loves Me,
she loves Me not . . . "
- each petal falls.
Bereft,
my answer still
remains.
© Christine Rigden
© 2011 Christine Rigden
Uprooted,
my torn life is
firmly held.
"She loves Me,
she loves Me not . . . "
- each petal falls.
Bereft,
my answer still
remains.
© Christine Rigden
© 2011 Christine Rigden