Two Voices

You talk to me of lambs gambling, of ramblers ambling, through fields green, beside meandering streams.

You speak to me of verdant bowers, where lovers while away the hours, in love’s young dream.

I tell you of an urban street, where the gale buffets and people battle to retain their feet.

I impart to you the wind’s loan moan, as I wander home alone, in weather bleak.

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