In Process 4
There used to be a soothing morning breeze,
Slipped through arid deserts, to freeze
My soul to sleep. I miss that slow flow,
That fills the sails, prowls into the blow.
Slipped through arid deserts, to freeze
My soul to sleep. I miss that slow flow,
That fills the sails, prowls into the blow.
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bunun dışında güzel olmuş, sevdim.
ha bi de 2. mısrada "But is there anyone actually seen its move?" değil de "But is there anyone actually seen it move?" olsa bence daha da güzel olabiler.
All hail The Rhymer!