They dressed to have a daffodil, speak to them, yellow in dress, demonstrating the contrasting yellow, sleeved knit tight, forearming their introspections a daffodil you replace my wilt, unarming the before cinematic compression. The two did not speak of one, busy are we, mine you we’re to find a daffodils stopping, should you know of them, we could have a generously colourful way to those leaving you; shared or arrange to the older, forget not the daffodil, we’re here for the silence you betray.

They came in design, capacious before my starry eyes, a redolent shade of yellows, in constricting a bow out of arrows. Those sleeves have handed a mindful place for our daffodils. Apertures do contain you the year made to aide with fertility of they, a comparable lover, for comparing a daffodil you insight us to the end.

Adam Blewett © 2022