Blowing In the Wind
Wind blow where you will,
Find your strength and rush.
Howl and whistle through hill,
Send your epistle and crush.
For yet am I standing still,
Not battered or broken frush.
Tempest storm of life, oh!
Cruelest waves of pain
Most eagerly do you show.
The days I rue our gain
I wish I didn't know.
And ne'er shall we twain.
Copyright © Edwardj Clark | Year Posted 2015
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