Things that go away never return - everybody knows that.
And in the bright crowd of the winds
there’s no use complaining!
Am I right, poplar, teacher of the breeze?
There’s no use complaining!
Without any wind - look sharp -
Turn, heart.
Turn, my heart.
Federico G Lorca
both sides now
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DeleteI thought so! Thank you Mo. this piece is occupying me so much. I need to rest from it.
DeleteAnd oops this is me, Judy.
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