Enough alcohol in my stomach ,
enough drug on her lip to get me kill .
Can't get over her waist which
used to jiggle like a daffodil .-
As the sun-kissed daffodils began to droop...
The twigs danced to shape a loop...
The frail stalk uprooted from the pebbles...
But the fall caressed the withered petals...
Still, spring is cherished for a new bloom...
While fall being cursed for the murky gloom...
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आईने में किसकी ये परछाई है शायद मेरी ही
बोलती है रोज एक बात कि 'अच्छे लगते हो'
नजरें अब आईने को ढूंढ़ती हैं 🍁
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The moon is not full anymore.
It has shrunk like the
withered daffodil in my backyard.
Nonetheless,
a bud has found strength
in its crumpled petals
that gracefully
surrendered to the soil,
thus blooming in its full glory.
Perhaps, the dwindling moon
will find courage one day,
in the blooming daffodil.-
She is a Daffodil...
Lifting her shy face
to the sun,
shivering, as
frost nibbles away
at sunshine warmth
as a termite~
she laughs aloud...
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This morning, musing over old records, I, stumbled upon the drug, “Daffodil”, called as “chaplet of the infernal gods”, induces sleep and makes one free from all ills. But this remedy Narcissus, holds promise in sick sinus syndrome, when the patient has a slow pulse, and becomes dizzy when he roams.
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I will kiss you amongst
the Daffodils,
and the wind will flow
free to our wills.-