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And when the wind did whistle,
upon the glamourous hills and plains
Hark the sound of the meadows,
that washed out my agony and pains
In that moment when it was true,
as simple as my thought explains
Just close my eyes and down,
to the ground let go of my remains
And the wind did sing a lay,
about the sweet days that have been
Over the bitter and the cherished,
and over a childhood that I've seen
Sing a song with her wherever it goes,
that wind that roams the unforeseen
And when tomorrow comes hark then,
the melodies of a man so never-seen
Hark and feel, look and see,
the breeze and the grass that tickle
Then when this flesh is gone and away,
promise you shall spread a rose's petal
All what I asked for in the go or here,
whether in the roaming or so when I settle
O my dear over my ground in neath,
is a heart that went afore and never settled
Taher Shemaly
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Sunday, February 07, 2010 |
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