My Daisy Girl

She shines brighter than the solstice, a happenstance beauty on the brink
dancing sweetly through her days, memories of springtime in her name.
Quietly curled up in the sunshine, her brown skin radiates warmth
while her soul drinks deep outside of the box of fanciful thoughts,
for she is seldom still, much like the things that she loves.
Paradigms are not permanent fixtures in her world.
My Daisy girl, look how much you’ve grown.

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