#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Beneath all words... I spelled your name:
Throwback to those glittering daffodils,
Tossing brightly beside the glass windows.......
And my accused soul,
Aching for your return and whispers again.


Amidst all those darkness, daffodils made me through my pages of...