Gentle breeze, nature free and fair,
Peace and pure bliss for all I care.
Down with thoughts, grace I sought,
Milk I have not thanks God for Malt.
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Author:
Michael James Ajani (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Giving thanks to God in all, though it's hard ,but its certain hard times will pass away .
- Category: Sad
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