I find
This wind
Does bring
To mind
The passing of everything.
The tide
Of lust
Does rise
Then go.
I know
That I am dust.
The windblown trees
Accept the breeze
And entrance
In dance
Of pleasure
In summer weather.
As do we.
I find
This wind
Does bring
To mind
The passing of everything.
The tide
Of lust
Does rise
Then go.
I know
That I am dust.
The windblown trees
Accept the breeze
And entrance
In dance
Of pleasure
In summer weather.
As do we.
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Thank you, Michael. Kevin
Thanks for sharing funny and also thoughtful poetry, Kevin! Enjoy a beautiful day! xx Michael
It is my pleasure to share my poetry, Michael. Best wishes. Kevin