Each tree a thought, a quiet plea,
Shaped by the wind’s philosophy.
I walk this lane as though in dream,
A mind unfolding by a stream.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
Each tree a thought, a quiet plea,
Shaped by the wind’s philosophy.
I walk this lane as though in dream,
A mind unfolding by a stream.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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