The Great Wind, which blows from sacred sky,
Unto to silver eyes, it gives a sigh
It cools the stubborn hands, which work day and night,
And from the fiery sun shakes in fright.
The frosty breeze of airy vapors, Swinging trees on a thousand acres.
The Great Wind, it gives a break, and lets me rest again, for my own sake
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A Collection of Various Poetic Musings: Vol 1
PoetryA Collection of Various Poetic Musings, a collection of some of the poems I have ever written thus far, is to be divided into multiple volumes as I write more poems. Fun and short read. By Poet Vincent Francis. (Each Volume will be around 4 chapters...
