I dreamt of
little daisies that yestereve I'd spied
All bathed in
paling sunlight, dewy and honey-eyed.
A silken white
reflection of the dawning moon they wore
As stars their
silent love into their hearts did pour.
And as I leaned
towards one and breath'd its beauty in
I heard a
silent whispering from somewhere deep within.
A treasure of
deep enchantment,
A picture of
seven hues
When the
withering rays formed a spectrum
With a drop of
water blue.
And as the last
of violet vanished
And the petals
bent down to sleep
As the moon
took over the night sky and smiled
At the little
things free of care
In their
slumber so deep;
With such
reflection of happiness
I awoke to the
orange sky
And searched
for that vanished beauty
That with my
vision's passing
Itself had
slowly died.
Zeenat N
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