Secret of a Daffodil

I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet

What secrets do you hold?

I heard you whispering

Just as you called to Persephone

Am I distracted by your beauty

Waiting for Hades to snatch me away

Or am I the kidnapper

Of my own destiny?

Narcissus whispers sweetly

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself’

And bobs his yellow head

In the soft, spring breeze.

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