Daffodils
There was a
daffodil on the wayside
I looked at it and
turned and turned
Its fragrance and
beauty
Felt haunting me
I was unable to
sleep
That night as the
daffodil peep
To my eyes when I
shut them for a nap
Next morning,
I went to it again,
I cried and cried.
Oh! The daffodil
has gone.
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