Meadows, daffodil Meadows
You are for me.
Swirling in your yellow to my
Harsh breeze,
You face me head on and yet smile...
That's what you are for me,
A flowery bed in scorching sunlight.
Shielding my harsh burts,
Just Swaying when I force to you to bend.
Inviting and engulfing,
Everything I set out to destroy.
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