All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will, 'One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves under the daisy's mocking spell.
The Sign of the Daisy by Helen Hunt Jackson
Picture by me :)
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