it's hard to see
small daisy poem petals
there are so many of them
among the weeds
more than dandelion puffs
Don't look at me sitting
On a wet rock
On a side path where
Tall weeds hide secrets
go ahead, count your roses
and leave me the little daisies
for I will touch them
with my stained hand
a soul walking alone
on a jagged path
a lost youth

*Liilia Morrison