Early Works - Wind

Listen to the wind,
the wind in the trees.
Listen to the wind,
the wind from the sea.
Where is my love,
my love from the summer
lost on the wind
and gone from me?

Remember my love
how we walked in the meadows,
remember my love
how we walked by the sea.
Once we loved,
we loved that summer,
but never again
my love shall I see.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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