This 3 sentence poem ponders what if good deeds naturally occurred without worry, and everything constantly evolved seeking something new. However, the final line notes that while winds may blow, they cannot return memories to the past.
This 3 sentence poem ponders what if good deeds naturally occurred without worry, and everything constantly evolved seeking something new. However, the final line notes that while winds may blow, they cannot return memories to the past.
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This 3 sentence poem ponders what if good deeds naturally occurred without worry, and everything constantly evolved seeking something new. However, the final line notes that while winds may blow, they cannot return memories to the past.
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One good turn would equal two. No need to worry what to do Deeds naturally occur to you, Everything that ever grew Reaches out for something new. I have found a riddle, too: None of the winds that ever blew Gave any memories back to you.