Pulling daisies, she looked to the sky,
One hand reached for the unreachable sun
Her feet were told to stay; they wandered
To and fro, for answers
In the simplicity of her questions,
Life swelled.
No heart ever as steadfast,
No mind as expectant.
Hers was a soul of the earth,
(In no worldly way),
Immersed in the untainted beauty of existence
(where they’ve lost)
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