I propped my elbows on the old white picked fence
And watched the daffodils lie down with the wind
The honey-suckle filled the spring’s thick air
With the daffodils, they too seemed to bend
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Thank you so much for sharing this it is amazing, but were the two lovers who you visited in the garden tombstone? This is loving but sad.
Brilliance in composition my friend.....great poetic narration woven with fine imagery....10++++++++++++
from top 2 bottom it was a great piece but i really loved the way you ended it. very nice flow and i love your style of writing. cant wait to read more