Your petals of youth shall dry up like an autumn well
Your fragrance, ah! heavenly, shall be lost to the wind
Just a harbored cocoon where you shall live forever,
Psychedelic subconscious of this restless mind
You will be the lonely absolute
A sole certainty amidst the chaos around
The tears, the smiles, the sense of gain or loss
Like the rushing world from inside a train
O watchful eyes! and my lookout to the world
You are not my means but the end
My endless end, my daffodil for ages to come
Your petals shall never wither for me
Your fragrance shall never be far away
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