To take Daffodils away
Literally speaking...
An exciting and mysterious quality is
What I want, will come...
Just like that.
Daffodils whisper...
Lies are never more beautiful
Never ever anything else...
Hop along Sunshine.
Blade’s caress...
Mornings strew and I picked hurried
Stringing a new world...
Last in procession.
Suddenly snow...
Recollect bouts of cold, always hides
Licking icicles to water...
Daffodils shall prance.
Practically simple...
As irrationality of the transparent globe’s
Irresistible belief to shed...
Crafty – unknowingly brook.
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