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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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when

autumn weather is the most suitable atmosphere to draw a dark potrait.. that i'm going to love and feel unique about it but only during the time of the creation.. after it's completed I'm bored and back to norma as I no longer have something to think and dream about.. so I constantly search inspiration everywhere.. to simple things.. that's why manytimes my friends find me silent gazing and gazing something pointless to them.. But people who cope with art..(doesn't matter whether they're professionals or not, elevated or low skill level..as long as they feel what they're doing..) must be sensitive and open to their enviroment in order to cr