Saturday
Daisies
and Dandelions
collide,
erupt,
fireworks,
on
a summer day field.
I’ve
been here before,
admiration
aside,
I
lay here a year ago,
Same
thoughts, a different me.
Saturday.
I
believe correctly,
I
was alone, not lost as I am now,
Fulfilled,
with
a bright and warm future.
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