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Ode To The Days
Ode To The Days
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It blew from the west, the wind.
Deep hid agony amidst the drizzle.
Days, We forget.
Days, We want to.
The chirps enhanced in the woods.
The shriek was loud,
Unheard.
It was an advancing shower, albeit
Drops stammered.
Days, We build hope for
Days 'that' build us.
The wind did blow from the west.
Days, you couldn't listen to me.
Days, I couldn't listen to you.
Days, 'We' could.
