Among the Daffodils of pazarjik


If ever I seek thee; i know where to go.

In the field of daffodils near the pazarjik plain;

At its midst, thy spirit gently rustle with the golden leaves;

In the August wind a Persian beau wondrously  sway,

In thy eyes the beauty of the earth wantonly beat,

At thy touch, the cloud, the sun, and the daffodils swoon,

The sunlight and the golden yellow gleefully twine at thy feet;

At thy beautiful thought, the petals joyously bloom.

So I know when I see the cloud hovering over the hills,

And I hear the whistling of the morning birds and river flow,

Then I know thou is dancing with the host of daffodils;

If ever I seek thee; i know where to go.

I seek the daffodils.

🌼 

(c) gafar



Inspired by a friend who loves the nature.

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