Before the enemy was quite in sight, the king came onto the balcony
and scattered
daffodil petals onto his people, saying ‘aren’t they beautiful?’
Never before had
anyone seen such a spectacle, such lavishness.
They were beautiful:
flakes of sunlight falling like snow, they were the full of their eyes.
So filled with hope
and joy they danced among the falling petals
even when the
enemy was already inside the city walls.
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