Blow On, Oh Wind
Blow on the winds of sympathy,
Blow on the winds of purity,
Blows on the wind of years gone by
That we could not equate
Blow on the dreams our wisdom holds,
Blow on our hearts emotions,
Blows to us a feeling of the waning hour
That we could not imagine
Blow through the turn to a morning fair,
Blow by the memory of loves departure,
Blows on the worth of simple words
That our thoughts could not imagine
By m.norton
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2013
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