A Falling Daffodil
A falling daffodil
Leaning,
Screaming,
Dreaming.
Giving off radiance from its resilience.
Shining,
Blinding,
Posing, but never closing
Its petals
When pierced by metals.
Waiting for the moon to sink and the sun to wink
A mello hello.
The stars to crave
A brave soul
Made from yellow charcoal.
A falling daffodil
Blinking in the sinking
Fight against the quiet night.
Wishing,
Flourishing,
Missing the nourishing touch of pure trust.
Maybe that's too much for a falling daffodil.
Leaning,
Screaming,
Dreaming.
Giving off radiance from its resilience.
Shining,
Blinding,
Posing, but never closing
Its petals
When pierced by metals...
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