Spring Winds
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1 min readMay 22, 2019
Far away it rains,
And the cold winds,
Blows and whisper
The story of every moor it passed through;
For More Of My Writings: Painted With Words
Far away it rains,
And the cold winds,
Blows and whisper
The story of every moor it passed through;
For More Of My Writings: Painted With Words
A drop of water you could see that dumbly awaits in vain to spill and be a stream: Alas there is sunshine.