Wheels of time are turning,
With the westward wind,
Ground is tilled for seeds,
Buds blossom once again,
Friction in the soul,
Will settle with the frost,
Birds that go by sunrise,
Toll not all is lost.
Photo by Adam Grabek
Wheels of time are turning,
With the westward wind,
Ground is tilled for seeds,
Buds blossom once again,
Friction in the soul,
Will settle with the frost,
Birds that go by sunrise,
Toll not all is lost.
Photo by Adam Grabek
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