Traipsing o'er rare daffodil dawn,
Honeysuckle trails a passage forlorn,
Passionate filters pacified carnation yon,
Shelter rose prickly poised stem-filled thorn.
Blues hover facing angry clouds,
Sunrise sprung anew yellows brighten,
Sunset made reds to blazon shade crowds,
Grey dusk looms whilst a stripped eve heighten.
Clouds brim its sky, made for a naked night,
A veiled moon and outstretched curtains its stars,
A lane...
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