Wintry weather frosts me here,

Thinking of her my lovely daffodil.

Memories that long disappear,

But it never left me still.

One old September still fresh and new,

When we both said, "I love you".

Funny moment as cool as dew.

Now the then one, split in two.

Looking back is funny fool inside.

Smiling, while storm ruled my very eyes.

Little by little I've realized.

That I need to roll the dice.

I've asked the wind, why oh why?

Why such a lovely moment need to fly?

But still, in my heart, it never says goodbye,

The story of my lovely daffodil and I.

9/16/2016

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