Daffodils

Who still believe in magic 
Who quiver like a dream
Will comedy become tragic?
Will reaching hands be seen?

How hope is also painful
With room left in the heart
Who prays to faceless angels
When ending meets the start

Why joy is like a will-o-wisp
Why loveโ€™s a distant light
More time but no more patience
Up waiting every night

What sweeter than the aching
Of demure daffodils
Who give more than theyโ€™re taking
Who believe in magic still

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