The obscure water

The layer of earth on which she stood,

That seems moved and shook her with a blow.

She got the glimpse of what lies ahead,The floret.

To move on with hope and to die with endurance.

The actuality exists with the hope of being

and the voyage embarked with zeal.

Who is she????

The daffodil who wants to bloom…

The rain has drizzled the little bud,

and the storm has tried to snatch its origin..the roots.

The rainwater is beheld

but the water is obscure which flows from within.


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