The daffodils that flailed once with a carefree simper,
flowing with the wind,
spreading fragrance in the wild,
now remain curled up
in the folds of time forgotten brown leaves,
forgotten and ignored
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While reading this I could relate this with “children” who before the lockdown used to go out, laugh and play, spreading their giggle all around are now restricted to the four walls of the home, sitting sad and waiting for the resumption of the carefree life!
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What a beautiful comparison. That is best gift a writer can get 😊thank you
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You’re Welcome. You gave a new way of looking at the daffodils Thank you 😊
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You are very kind 😊🌸
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beautiful words … what can we do to resuscitate …
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Maybe love – an unconditional one. Thank you for stopping by
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the only way to go Shantanu, wisest solution for all of us 🙂
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Glad you agree my friend. 🌸😊
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Lovely, unfolding the feelings of every individual in this lockdown period.
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Thanks so much for your lovely read
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Very beautiful and brilliant
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Thanks so much my dear friend
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