Fallen Leaves Do Not Resent The Wind
The young beeches have finally
Surrendered their winter leaves
To the midsummer breezes.
Will the wind not strip me
Of my own dead thoughts?
The young beeches have finally
Surrendered their winter leaves
To the midsummer breezes.
Will the wind not strip me
Of my own dead thoughts?
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