Grasswhistle Poem by Pedro Cescon

Grasswhistle



It is a wind's blow,
It is a lip's bow,

For the swift chants of the grass,
Or the sweet charms of the lass,

Or a talk of different sides,
In a world where both those rides,

Or the true natural bit,
Or the fake human wit,

Or wind's edge at full,
Or fool rhymes of a dull

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