The Daisy.
By Amoura Zaïre.
The blue skies expanse with birds flown beautifully in it. The butterflies alighted on to flowers to flowers. Very different from a beautiful lady who was walked slowly onto her garden, enjoying the wind that greeted her here. She was humming with her sweet voice; her engaging dress was got moving around as she moved. Her feet were stopped in front of the white daisies; she took one rod of daisies. The beam was faded simultaneously while her old memories with him were back on. The memories where he gave her the first daisy at the ball as an invitation to dance with him. She is still waiting for her man to come back and hug tightly as no one can separate them.
❝ Your daisy is missed you terribly. Please come back soon, My Lord. ❞