Poems ✍️
  29.12.2025
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Author: Sara Teasdale

Wild Asters

In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.


  love doubt Seasons change

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