Oh, Marigold
Oh, Marigold, tell me, do others,
look upon you the same.
They've laid you in bunches,
at crafted feet of their stones.
Adorned the grand entrances,
where converts could whisper.
Magicians tutored your petals,
to bring the wit sages sought.
If your arms wrapped at sunrise,
they foretold a wet dark day.
Slender kiss on eyelids closed,
you'd bring fairies out in play.
These variety of dressed fancies,
so many will forever try to seem.
I, however, simply look on beauty,
kissing dew from fresh day’s dream.
EaS
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