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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
It's summer now and temperature is rising up day by day. A silent message from animals/birds;
One drop of water may not cost you
But it is lifeline for us in summer
Do keep a bowl of water for us
At a place you get wherever
We wander here n there in search of water
In scorching sun thirsty whole day
We will be thankful for you for this gesture
Although we don't have any words to say