There is no wind
That has not thrown my hair
Nor any tree
That will hold it's air
There is no lake
In which I have not swam
For there is no man
Who shall raise forth my dam
There is no ground
For which I have not ran
Using the sweet blossoms
As my graceful fan
There is no Earth
I have not owned
Nor any star
I have not thrown
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"Nor any star I have not thrown." Love it!
Haha, this is such a good poem, and one I can understand.
It won't make sense, but whenever I think about the passage of time, I think of...oh never mind.
Good job!
Author
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Haha thank you :D
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