Pair of daisies lie on sand,
Plucked by lover’s lonely hands.
“Loves me or he loves me not… ”
Until by creeping waves they’re caught
To end their beauty’s fleeting span.
True love or infatuation?
Or just flowers in saturation.
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This is an entry in this week’s YeahWrite poety challenge: https://yeahwrite.me/current-weekly-challenges/
The entry is for two of the prompts: the picture itself, and the word infatuation.
Rhyme In Time 