This spring once again
There's a lingering chill
That has served to thrill
The garden daffodils
Like a display case
In the florist's shop
Where the blossoms
Have suspended their belief
In the passage of time
And the funny thing
This time around is
I tend to agree with them
No more swiftly passing
But with blooms ever lasting
Continuous as the stars
This enchantment of ours
Timeless are the daffodils
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