Daffodil's March
Damned by the color of yellow, they march forward with the wind,
Only a twist of light from above gives them hope,
There nothing in the latter from the voice of the above,
But only one thing in the mind, nay a rainbow falls down,
Each singing voice is not unlike a whisper or the despair,
If anything this trace has become a long lost secret given part,
That is one thing that remains constant throughout stock and breeze...
Daffodil's March.
Not much to say here, its another poem written on the ridge of emotion heh, so its packing strange content and makes for an intriguing read I think!
Please enjoy ^^~