Tag: grass
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A Stormy Night
My child, don’t be frightened / of the wind / that bends the trees to the earth, / of the dark that pours over all the roads, / of the rain / that beats with heavy treads on the roof / and of all, of all, that gives rise to the night, / trembling in…
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The Joy of Singing
It is not now important what anyone says / the grass is beautiful and sweet is the joy / of singing.