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Where Is The Wind

Where is the wind
It shall not bind
Your heart to mine
No intertwine
Leaves of ivy vine,

Oh where is the day
Of sunshine at play
Now hidden in night
Asking for a light
By some divine right,

Here are we now again
Where we were once explain
These words only write to fade
Into an eternal shade
Dimming all those plans we made,

Leaves of ivy, vine
No intertwine
Your soul in mine
We shall not bind
Where is the wind . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-12-06 at 17:10

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