The Daffodil
The Daffodil,beautiful,
wonderful,
graceful,
and quite a dight,
but now bestroyed,
for the storm has come,
and passed,
ripping and tearing,
its petals,
stem,
and beauty,
now destryoed,
drooping sadly,
hurt to the core,
and now i realise,
this daffodil,
is just like me,
we are one and the same,
both hurt by the passing storm,
and left to the swarm,
all we can do now,
is hope and pray,
that love and compassion,
will find us too,
one day.....
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