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The wind blows her name
The rain comes again
and air is light, perfumed
by red rose bloomed
in wet garden.
The wind blows her name,
whispers soft and slowly.
Methinks, the wind only
wants me to feel blame.
and air is light, perfumed
by red rose bloomed
in wet garden.
The wind blows her name,
whispers soft and slowly.
Methinks, the wind only
wants me to feel blame.
Published 29th May 2019
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