I wandered lonely on the shore
When thoughts are at their best.
The deep blue whispered to me,
That I had been blessed,
In history and of treasure.
It said the gift I had been given,
Would be one life people would measure,
In green of trees and blue serene.
That my words would show where I have been.
Amongst the bounty hunters of the sky,
The classical music and the artists eye.
Written words once forgot,
Will suddenly mean quite a lot.
Dramatic conquering heart rendering words
Will always flow like the beauty,
Of the daffodil and the freedom of the birds.
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