With The Flow Poem by Nancy Nalbandian
With The Flow
He thought he left me in a meadow
Singing and dancing with the daffodils
And going with the flow
But what he did is left me in ruins.
My condition may avail him
For he is a man of mind,
Flinches as the wind blows
And love seems to be a peril.
Run, my love, run
And embrace the daffodils
Instead of me-
Because if you thought they are mine
Let me tell you that they are far away from my reach.
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8/28/2026 11:55:20 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Well done! Written with an honest pen.
Thank youuu :) Poetry is the sole means of honesty nowadays.