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you banned me from your throne
that chair of salvation you cradled me in
as I called out to you like a lost child
carrying a sack of silver for the king
he was unaware of our evenings
wrapped in the literature of longing
I plucked a daisy from our field
where we'd meet beneath the moonlight
and placed it on your side of the bed
like you, it does not reveal secrets
to those who pass and marvel at its beauty

Reviews

[Lilly]

I like the feel and flow of this - some nice images too.