Thursday, August 27, 2020

Golden daffodil she is; that floats in the evening breeze;

Gets to a worthy beholder; yet sets him to freeze.

The smiles She would give; just by her timid eyes;

When the butterfly gets to her; timid and shy she flies;

Oh dear daffodil; what of the fragrance you keep;

Oh dear daffodil; what of your heart if i cant have a peep?

So many stories to make, many more hearts to adore

Just as the daffodil in the garden; you should mean to be more

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