On The Breeze - Poem by David Blake
From the sea, the salty breeze to inland meadow goes.
The daffodils and lilies gently sway to and fro. Lost in
the spring day I watch the clouds through youthful eyes
once more. In the trance of youth and love full of peace,
I can but bitterly lament the passage of time.
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