Old humble breeze
That withers slow
As you trudge on
And on
The towns approach
And leaves
The open country sides
And
In the town
Around
The houses neighs
Around
The corners
Singles out chimneys
And their tops:
Old humble breeze
That withers slow
As you trudge on
And on.
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Old humble breeze withers slow- truth expressed beautifully.10