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Single Daffodil
I saw you that morning,
approaching me with
the sun at your back.
You looked like an angel
coming to lift me away.
I remember how you
carefully pulled me out
of the soil,
leaving the others
behind.
How I wanted to warn you–
No! Not just me!
Don’t you know
misfortune follows the
single, lonely daffodil?
Though I wonder
how could an angel
ever be cursed?
You sat on that bench
by the busy street,
holding me in
your hopeful hands.
You told me about your
full life in the city:
the job that will
lead to your dreams;
the friends who
share your taste
in coffee and music;
the apartment where
pigeons rest on the sill.
How I wanted to say–
Stop! Don’t tell me such things!
You might lose them all.
Just one of me can bring down
even an angel.
Don't you know
that money dries up
and friends disappoint,
that cold takes away
the sun and the birds.
How I wished to explain–
You must let me go!
You looked down at me
as if transfixed by my
gold-yellow bloom.
But I begged for
you to release me.
And suddenly you let me fall
as if you could hear my pleas.
You broke free from my curse at last,
and became an angel once again.
I lay in the rust-colored dirt alone,
watching the world fade,
until you were the only one left.
Apart from your hold,
my petals began to furl—
grasping both joy and pain
in a final golden breath.
Then the carefree wind
carried me away.
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According to legend, daffodils delivered in a bouquet herald “new beginnings” and the coming of spring, while a single flower, with its head bent low, might be considered unlucky and a sign of coming misfortune.