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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
Hello everyone, I am new here :)
My name is Aida. I come from Sarajevo (Bosnia and Herzegovina), so my native language is Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian.
Last two years I live in Germany, and there started my problem with English. As I learned German, I started to have a problem with English.
I mix it all the time with German in all ways :)
It is always so hard when you don´t use language. It is so easy to forget.
For that my English was fluent. I learned it in School.
I hope that here I will make my English better again and that I will meet nice and friendly people.