I wandered lonely like a breeze up the mountain and down the valley in a solitary boulevard, when at all once the memories we shared in the day of yesterday emerged like a stormy gay from the ocean leaving me with nothing but a bliss of an unending gay, Like the Mr. William woods worth’s beautiful dancing daffodil
Hundred at ones I smiled like a sucking child, feeling a warm embrace soaring from its mothers arm, in a windy winter season.
Darkness intrude to abscond with this beautiful moment, too unfortunate for him, he was chameleon to joy. So found I myself walking above mountains and on seas. What a joy these memories has brought to my soul