Feb 2014
I came across a Weeping Daisy
Cowering away from the sun;
In the middle of a field of Poppies
Wilting one by one.
The Night washed over the flowers;
The moon shed its light below;
And in the witching hour they danced
In the moonlight to and fro.
Cowering away from the sun;
In the middle of a field of Poppies
Wilting one by one.
The Night washed over the flowers;
The moon shed its light below;
And in the witching hour they danced
In the moonlight to and fro.
for a contest in my english class for whose poem seemed most dickinson-esque; I won
(20/F)
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