An extract from my epic poem Kalamand, available on Amazon. See my book links.
Gentle are the breezes, and gentle is the sun, And gentle are the times in which we have a little fun. So sallow not in solitude and slumber not in gray: When gentle are the flowers, and gentle is the day.
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