Daffodils

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Poezia asta mi se invarte in cap de mult. Pana la urma am decis ca e cazul sa fac ceva cu narcise... si asta a iesit. Colier pe memory wire cu margele de sticla si din fimo si o narcisa mare.





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