Oct 2015
The suns shining here,
the clouds are softly rolling,
to the winds gentle sighing,
as it passes the old oak by.
Oh the winds softly shushing,
as it passes the old oak by.
the clouds are softly rolling,
to the winds gentle sighing,
as it passes the old oak by.
Oh the winds softly shushing,
as it passes the old oak by.
loss and beauty; the wearing of time.
(25/M/Colombus, GA)
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