I don't know why i am so angry lately. I am angry with all this political instability, race and religion issues in my country. I had been wanting to write about this but never got the time to do it. I want to talk about my favourite poem and i am actually quite optimistic that you had heard it before. The poem is actually longer but i like the first part/verse of it.
Picture courtesy of Robonline.
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.
William Wordsworth.
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