In a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
the only thing she'd ever known
this weaving into skeins
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
1st Triolet - 3rd draft
I think this is going from bad to worse:
In a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains
humming in a monotone each bloom a perfect gemstone
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
the only thing she'd ever known
this weaving into skeins
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains.
In a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
the only thing she'd ever known
this weaving into skeins
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains.
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