she would dream of swaying daffodils
in the rolling hills where she played
until the sun began to set
her mother would call out to her
and she would run through fields
the scent of daffodils in her hair
but when she reached the doorway
she would wake up to find that
she was no longer home but
in this cocoon of four white walls
- Photo by Petr Kratochvil. Courtesy of http://all-free-download.com/free-photos/download/field-of-daffodils_188753.html
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Words in Colors
PoetryThis collection of poetry is inspired by colors. Each poem will either be named after a color, or include a color somewhere in the piece.
