Me and Wordsworth
Me and Wordsworth,We both love daffs.
I'm looking at my
Feisty bunch.
He, "A host of
Golden daffodils".
I know my kitchen
Isn't Windermere,
But the daffodil effect
Is blindingly the same.
A pleasant shock
To the senses.
A golden surprise,
A sharp breath
Of intoxication.
Simple beauty.
Ample beauty.
Classic beauty.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2014-03-25 at 11:34




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