Not In The Wind Would Blow Poem by Ander Greigon

Not In The Wind Would Blow

Not in the wind would blow;
What miles would after will it never plough:
Seem not a real show;
A dazzle of humbles would repel the flow:

Diamonds and roses grow;
A shine and a blooming would realize a saw:
Come through the deserts, No;
A place would incise a tangle, hoe:

Block or define so;
Belingers on boulevard and rattles, oh:
Since all the dynast braw;
Fin tippest of mountains adorn claw:

Off to the market's graw;
Remind that oceans align to brightest allow:
Meek to the finest plough;
Adjust that flock to mind tow.

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