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MARIGOLD

 This poem is inspired by daffodils by William Wordsworth:

One day that was sunny,
Many steps I took hurriedly.
Seeing a white, fluffy bunny,
I sat under a tree quietly.

Ahead was a gurgling pond
Ahead was another March Hare
With one more as a bond
Eating the meadow's grass so bare.

Behind me were steep slopes
Above me was a strong tree
With a joyful swing with ropes
And the leaves with birds so free.

Surrounded was I with bright
Orange and strong marigolds,
Turned I to the right,
And saw more marigold abodes.

I thought and wished 
I could stay here forever
And suddenly it all finished
A beautiful dream that I would have only once.

-Erica Anahtreek




Comments

  1. Gauri vijayAugust 31, 2020 at 12:51 AM

    Dude it was really good liked this one soooo much.
    I'm sad coz I wish I was in this beautiful dream forever too seriously loved it💜💜💜💜💜

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    1. Erica AnahtreekAugust 31, 2020 at 9:23 AM

      Thank you soo much. The next time i ll try to make u stay in the beautiful dream!

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    2. Gauri vijaySeptember 1, 2020 at 11:46 AM

      Ok 👌 😊

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