The wind, as I stand in the meadow,
The flowers
are covered with dew,
O my heart cries out of such beauty,
Then for a
moment I think of you!
When the Red Hawk sores above . . .
And I
wonder if I am in his view?
Here my troubles are gone forever,
Then for a
moment I think of you!
The meadow is beautiful, O so true!
And soon this
day will be through –
I wonder if the wind knows my heart
Then for a
moment I think of you!
Flowers, in the bright sun growing,
But loving you was worth knowing!
Epaphroditus© April 25, 2024
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