A DELICATE CLOUD
When there is love
It is always Spring
without love
It is ever Winter
Do you prefer
Spring or Winter?
I prefer Spring
I am ever in love
I stay between the flowers
I fly with the wind
Because I am
a delicate cloud
Of yellow daffodils
Delicate clouds full
Of yellow love
Do you want
One of my yellow flowers?
Yes?
I will give to you
A yellow daffodil
With inside all my heart
And only for you
My cloud will be stopped
But the answer of the wind
The answer of the wind
Was
I don’t want
Your ougly daffodil
Paola Tassinari alias Teoderica
