Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. — Maxwell Bodenheim
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. — Maxwell Bodenheim
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. — Maxwell Bodenheim
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. — Maxwell Bodenheim
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. — Maxwell Bodenheim
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Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

— Maxwell Bodenheim
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