For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
~ Poetictouch
Monday, August 24, 2026
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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