At dawn did it bloom,
To end the reign of gloom;
Citrine glints crystalline
Rebirth's long awaited sign.
It bloomed in bliss;
The golden daffodil,
The sun did it miss.
But soon it was at sight
To come,
The fading kiss of light.
No hymns of buzzing bees
Nor the aria of couth breeze
Not a single soulful chirp,
Nor the sight of leaves on birch.
What never was
Futile it is to search.
How did the daffodil
Bloom in the dark
To be a flower
Without spring?
The only song to sing
To its restless self afar;
Gole bi bahar.
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