Summer breeze by Oliver DrewmanThere is a summer breeze
That visits every day
Her name is love and in her hand
She carries golden grains
The seeds of people's pains
Like the misty summer rains
She sows them all across the land
They grow amidst the fray
Of people's broken patterened freize
For it's love that grows the trees 12/27/2005 Posted on 12/27/2005 Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman
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