Painting by John E. Maguire I shall let the wind teach me secrets.
How it pierces stony hearts in melancholy rhyme.
How it elevates the dying leaves in fleeting climb.
How it hastens autumn frost atop barren fields. I’m
Letting the wind teach me secrets.
How it pierces stony hearts in melancholy rhyme.
How it elevates the dying leaves in fleeting climb.
How it hastens autumn frost atop barren fields. I’m
Letting the wind teach me secrets.
