Whenever the wind blows,
Early in the morning light;
The breeze bathes the air
After the deep dark of night.
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Whenever the wind blows, Early in the morning light; A well crafted wonderful poem, dear Bernard...................
Thanks, Rose Marie.... I appreciate your kind and encouraging words๐๐๐
The breeze bathes the air at the early morning whenever wind blows. This is really very interesting to have blow of wind with mind. Faith grows with morning breeze. An interesting poem is nicely shared...10
Fine piece...........dear poet........anjandev roy.