poem, poetry, rhyme, rhyming, Uncategorized

What of William?

On beside the lake he strode, in a pensive mood he wrote
as if symphonies escaped his grasp and left him with a note.
He wandered lonely as that cloud and vanished o’er the hills
and yet I can’t help wonder, if he wrote of daffodils?

-Amy Struthers

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