Worthy words shun me away
Searching, searching stood I in bay
Glancing at stars for a streak
Prancing they came though weak
Watching the breeze sashay the trees
Danced those words as that of bees
There stood the daffodils shining
Came my lovely words twining
Reached those fringes in a fit of thrill
Shook in joy that kissed my frill
Swaying let me write them soon
Else they would migrate happily to moon
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