Red Daisies

I used to pick white daisies
to make long daisy chains.
I used to pick white daisies
until the summer sun went down.
I used to pick white daisies
to ask if he loved me or not.
I used to pick white daisies
sitting in his arms in the shade.
I used to pick white daisies
until one day, he left me.
I used to pick white daisies,
now they’re a painful red.
I used to pick them, but,
now they’re a part of me;
they run through my blood.

Month of May Kuli Kohli

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