A Wind Blow
By a wind blow, all trees wind
Gigantic and dwarf, turning to wind
With greens of kinds, falling to find
As the wind blow, cry whistling behind
By a wind blow, the threes blow
Some turning around, touching the ground
As the masters draw, sing the song more
By a wind blow, sleeping trees sound
By a wind blow, the stagnant grow
With their dust shaking, approach the deeps
Growing pregnant waters, lending the sow
By a wind blow, tighten the ripped lips
As the wind blow, and the call of nature
Stands no more, the strongest wrestler
When calling major,downrights throw stature
Staggering to armour, against the Whistler
By a wind blow, all trees wind
Gigantic and dwarf, turning to wind
With greens of kinds, falling to find
As the wind blow, cry whistling behind
By a wind blow, the threes blow
Some turning around, touching the ground
As the masters draw, sing the song more
By a wind blow, sleeping trees sound
By a wind blow, the stagnant grow
With their dust shaking, approach the deeps
Growing pregnant waters, lending the sow
By a wind blow, tighten the ripped lips
As the wind blow, and the call of nature
Stands no more, the strongest wrestler
When calling major,downrights throw stature
Staggering to armour, against the Whistler
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