The wind it whistles wild and bold,
Blossoms tumble with its force.
And daffodils bend their heads of gold,
As off it travels on its course.
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A fine rhythmical piece expressing the wonder and awe of nature's breath, the wind, in all its myriad of forms - from the tiniest whisper against the cheek to the most terrifying clash of might and force. A glorious flight indeed. love, Allie xxxx
I think that I must be different in some way to most, because I actually love hearing the wind, something very mystical and beautiful about it's power Thankyou again darling for another great piece Love duncan X
And your poem is like a cool breeze...with the pleasing structure and its content. Love...TO
One has come to expect great works from you Ernestine and this one is no exception. Beautifully syntax, lovely flow and one to treasure. Andrew xxx