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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
Puzzle is it interesting for you or boring?
I am curious to know what do you think about it.
For me it is very interesting to make a big picture that includes 1000, 2000 or more small pieces. For some it is a pleasant activity, for others - not. It depends on the type of people. What about you?