Two Daffodils

Walking along the path,

I gaze upon the scene,

two lovely Daffodils,

swaying in the breeze.

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"Two Daffodils" stand in a rutilant post,

no genial others are there to boast,

the blossoms in oppositional salute,

thankfully their flowerets didn't refute!

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Pretty yellow, glowing beacon from a far,

like the sun, our distant warming star,

Ye pistol and petals is very chromatic,

an ephemeral flower that's never dramatic.

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While your bloom is veritably short,

and late spring is your final tort,

with the generation of thee all covering lawn,

oh how I miss you when you've gone!