The smells of daffodils

What should I do?

Even without my hands

I won’t let go of you

You were my world and my breaths

Do you remember telling me

Your breath smells of daffodils

There are no daffodils here

It is a desert that in my mind 

I plant daffodils in its every corner

The words your arranged in my basket

So that I don’t feel alone

In the pathway of life

Comfort me

Every day I go wherever you were

And look at the horizon

So that I may see a glimmer of you

Where

Where in the world are you hiding

Is it still snowing in the Kuli Kash mountain pass?

And isn’t it fall yet in the Arjan plain?

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Source: Substack