Is it any wonder at all
When in that far off summer
Wind swirls of curls caressingly
calling ocean breezes bluffs
Melting the gales with but a puff
The miles mere marbled spins
upon the round
A glance eternal bliss from
treasures found
It was no wonder this mystery
that blew upon the
heart afar
It's why we continue to the sea
Wet locks of love dripping
all about me.
by john clare
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