a Poem by Emily B
I rise, with the daffodils in my garden
it grows a blooming ladder to heaven
I climbed until
I pierced through the blue sky
I found the sun and drank from it
And left a hole the heavens.
Oh but then the familiar night,
it stitches itself onto my mildew fields
Killing all my flowers
I fell down deeper than earth
Naked and wounded in a dried up field
But beneath the dead leaves
The earth holds all my seeds
And next month daffodils are in season again
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