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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
At the end of the working week, what do you like to do to relax?
Personally, I like to read a good book, watch some television, or go to meet up with my friends. I like having two days where I don't have to worry about anything to do with work - it feels good!
What about you? What do you do to relax?