The clouds go gray
And the grass, the trees, the birds
All begin to dance.
The wind gives tempo to their excitedness.
It’s funny how all things openly crave cleansing;
except people.
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The clouds go gray
And the grass, the trees, the birds
All begin to dance.
The wind gives tempo to their excitedness.
It’s funny how all things openly crave cleansing;
except people.
Love this poem, the statement the reader is left with at the end is fantastic! Awesome!