A forest of narcissus
she said
grew behind my house.
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so nice, especially the third verse: 'A forest of narcissus she said grew behind my house. So many small heads that had loved themselves to death.'
Deepa-ji, you are just great. One can brood, brood and brood on this poem and enjoy it inexhaustibly. That is what poetry is meant to be.(10)