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Theme: Death
Yellow Daffodil
by Stephen Watson
Sometimes I see him; standing In the darkest corner of my mind. A hooded figure, clad in medieval black robe; And always, always grinning. He waits! Why is he waiting? The watcher in the shadows stirs. In a moment of blinding light, The silver thread is severed. The tide has turned, and that yellow daffodil I had clung to for so long has floated away; Into the arms of the endless ocean.
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