Lullaby Of Flowers
24 ноября 2025 г., 17:49
I am daffodil’s daughter on primula field.
I am sitting right there, slightly shaking my head to the beat of the tune, as the violet flowers are singing to me:
“Don’t go near the water,
You’re the daffodil’s daughter.
Stay unknown to yourself, stay unreal, stay immortal.”
And with their gentle song, I am falling asleep.
But as soon as I sink into this sealed dream,
It’s so dark there, so calm, so freaking still,
That I instantly crave for a slaughter.
“Better bury this craving and bury it deep. Be forgotten,” — forget-me-nots singing to me, —
“Be forgotten, my dear, but never forget:
You’re the daffodil’s daughter on primula field”.
Don’t you dare to wake up. Don’t you dare to be real. Don’t you dare to go near the water.
