Your choice to be a daffodil
I don’t approve it, dear….
This face, it’s arrogant appeal
It’s so afraid of tear.
I hate these daffodils of yours,
They bring me sheer sadness
You’re daffodil, you like to pose
And send me into madness.
Take care! Youth is not for long
Don’t think you’re not to wither
You’ll sing your own solemn love song
Those flowers will sing with you.
A daffodil
© Copyright: Галина Серженко, 2013
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