<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Things Clear Only to Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wind swirls around me, <br>It swirls and shoots up a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It rustles the leaves, <br>And over the Dryad weaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind I can see, <br>And things clear only to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up a branch the Dryad prances, <br>And with the wind she dances! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Floating, the wind goes, <br>Up to the roof, and slows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the horse weathervane, <br>And there it ruffles his mane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then down I see him turn, <br>Not a horse, but flying unicorn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind I run after, <br>To hear hearty laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the large rock I peek, <br>The laughing one to seek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There a joke is read to a troll, <br>from a very old scroll. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I laugh too as I go, <br>Now the wind swoops low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down to the flowers small, <br>Where I hear tiny fairies call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot understand the sound, <br>Like me with grown-ups around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I watch, and sigh, <br>As the wind lifts a dragon high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up there I cannot go, <br>Only feel the fire blow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is when I turn back, <br>The wind has gone slack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I no longer see it swirl, <br>Or the other things in its' curl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A blazing sun in the sky, <br>Is left from the dragon's fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the flowers buzz bees, <br>No fairies below my knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk past the stone, <br>It and I are alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse up on the roof, <br>Makes no move, he's aloof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tree is empty and still, <br>The Dryad gone, gone until…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until the wind comes again, <br>Swooping through this lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the wind I will see, <br>And things clear only to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elisabeth+Hines">Elisabeth Hines</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578636" data-title="The Things Clear Only to Me de Elisabeth Hines" data-description="The Wind swirls around me, It swirls and shoots up a tree. It rustles the leaves, And over the Dryad weaves. The wind I can see, And things clear only to me! Up a branch the Dryad prances, And with the wind she dances! Floating, the wind..."></div> </div> </div>

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