Daisy at the door
Of the high rise flats:
Surviving, it seems,
On air and concrete.
Tender beauty
Made of impossible tenacity
Surviving in the fag-ends,
Glass and johnnies.
Maybe one day crushed
Carelessly by circumstance.
Live furiously, small one.
Live and feel the blessed Sun!
Daisy at the door
Of the high rise flats -
Like smiling babe
You fill the world
With vulnerable charm ...
Forgive us faults and bring us calm.
It may not be the best start
But it's home. Remember -
From the shit, a fertile heap,
The strongest stems may grow.
Little daisy, rise from the crack
Stay green. Don't look back.
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