Daffodils. Poem by Tom Allport

Daffodils.

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New age dawn
Being... so human
Carbon copies of
A star most tall
Heavenly tears fall
Daffodils grow then bow
Little grubs fatten
On pastures unseen
Mutations turn blue
Disappearing languages too
No sense of being
No horizon
Now... gone.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: futuristic
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