Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing throat.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing throat.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for company. (by Mary Oliver) <3
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