Happiness comes from within.
It's that feeling you get when you see a flower,
but sadness takes over like poison.
It spreads like a wildfire in a field.
It does not stop,
and in no time the flowers will be dead.
Besides..
Who would pick a daisy in a field of roses
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Happiness comes from within.
It's that feeling you get when you see a flower,
but sadness takes over like poison.
It spreads like a wildfire in a field.
It does not stop,
and in no time the flowers will be dead.
Besides..
Who would pick a daisy in a field of roses
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