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Alone in a distant field,
A girl sat dresses in the purest crimson,
She isn’t afraid to cry anymore,
Her tears will never again yield.
Vastness of the miles of daisy,
Vivid are her thoughts of woe,
Yet she is all alone,
But they will soon drive her crazy.
Flowing hair creates a vale around her soft pale face,
Slowly shifting in the breeze,
Though her sobs are uncontrolled,
Her body is filled with the purest grace.
She speaks aloud to only the flowers flowing appeal,
Her tears still softly falling,
Yet her voice is smooth as silk,
The mystery remains- how could this girl get into such an ordeal.
I lift my crying eyes away,
From my body dressed in crimson,
And through my flowing hair,
I watch the daisies smile at the day.
©Lil_Punksta 2001
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