Blow! Blow! Blow!
Take those dreams away
Rustling on the trees
Hush!Hush! It does sway
Pushing----
Like  greedy soul
Even in a solemn place
Can felt the wave
Through the door it intruded
Scattered papers and
other things it ended
Leave no trace nor print
Either praise or Blow!
Burst in the  eyes to glow

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