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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
Photo Fun - Shakespeare's Birthplace - Corrected
After a long break, let's get back to having fun with photos.
Try describing this picture: Where was it taken? What is happening in the photo?
You can also discuss how it makes you feel, and why.
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