Willoh Theresa Poems

When prospect sinks into night
When fell the all autumn leaves
and ice be thee warmth,
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and if the world weren’t bad;
I’d swivel my foot and smile a smile that was good,
and if the trees never spoke;
I’d swivel my foot and cry a cry that was sad,
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I am a child on a swing,
I am a mountain, way up high
The wind when it blows
A cloud in the sky
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I can go wherever is there for want though I do not have
I may wander here and there and back again, again
But I do not see the waterfall or the willow tree sway,
nor the white sand of paradise or the mother bird’s way.
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