I heard the wind blow
Through this wood I love.
When I go
Wind will blow.
And rain pour,
Though I am no more.
Yet it comforts me so.
I heard the wind blow
Through this wood I love.
When I go
Wind will blow.
And rain pour,
Though I am no more.
Yet it comforts me so.
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Thanks very much for sharing, Michael.
Deep thoughts on a sunny Sunday noon. xx Michael
Thanks, Michael. I’m glad you enjoyed reading my poem. Kevin
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Thanks for the share, Michael.