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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
What is a skill you wish you had?
We're a talented bunch here, but have you ever wished that you had a skill that you don't have at the moment?
For me, I would like to be able to play the piano. I can play it a little bit, but I'd like to be able to read the music and play beautiful pieces. Some people make it look so easy.
What about you? If you could choose one skill to have, what would it be?