Petals In A Lawyer Diary: Summer Wild


I have never seen such lovely a weed as that made of daisies.
Playfulness was a distant thought until I saw a field of daisies.
My heart didn’t remember how to be a child until I picked daisies.
Beauty was a dwindling feeling until a daisy decorated my hair.
There is no happy place like one filled with smiling yellow faces.

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