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Valley Subtleties
09 AUG 2000
In free fields,
green blades of grass are many,
while white daisies are numbered.
Bristling breezes
unveil daisies' graces;
All appear unwavering from afar.
A pause alongside
sees the radiance of delicacies
vary and polarize the mindful eye.
Daring to prefer,
picking just one is absent of promise,
yet full of possibility...
For at the heart of every daisy
lies one of two fates:
She loves me;
She loves me not.
In free time,
the answer is not unwound in an instant,
but the uncertain moments are shared,
and the journey is softened
by the fruits of the heart.
AJG
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