Poems ✍️
  21.09.2025
  7

Author: Christina Georgina Rossetti

Clouds

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?


  Clouds Poem Sky wind

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