Away from the tumult
of motor and mill
I want to be care-free;
I want to be care-free;
I want to be still!
I'm weary of doing things;
I'm weary of doing things;
weary of words
I want to be one with
I want to be one with
the blossoms
and birds.
and birds.
Edgar A. Guest
In my garden, after a rainfall,
you can faintly, yes, hear the
breaking of new blooms.
breaking of new blooms.
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