The Wind Voice
" Step softly; where your foot is was a flower.
Perhaps upon June's dearest grave you tread. "
It follows me, haunts every autumn hour,
The wind voice talking of the blossom dead.
Perhaps upon June's dearest grave you tread. "
It follows me, haunts every autumn hour,
The wind voice talking of the blossom dead.
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