Aren't daffodils supposed to be
the ushers of hope
springing full grown
from the mind of God?
But do you know what I did
when you told me what I already knew?
I ran outside.
I fled your tidings into a field
filled with daffodils,
those bright blooms now
the Flower of the Knowlege of Good and Evil
that brought death into my garden.
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