Eye's day solar disc, orbiting lunar rays
Cloaking whirls, collapse, hiding button at dusk
Levitating, flora envelope opens, delight at dawn
Innocence, purity, mother's flower, born again child
Privy to shadows secret, Bellis Perennis thrives in odd places
Sweet simplicity in duality; two florets, one stem
Eminence, her grace, in handmaiden's attire
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Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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