The Wind
Call me in whispers, when the wind dances potent and wild, under pines,
which sway as one;
call me where chill, with sweet thaw; yoù the sky melts inout of the blue.
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H.D.
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HD
The Wind
Call me in whispers, when the wind dances potent and wild, under pines,
which sway as one;
call me where chill, with sweet thaw; yoù the sky melts inout of the blue.
H.D.
HD