Wind
All that is beautiful,
deer in the world
and meadows, too.
There was a bird
who flew only once
and then no more.
Winds that sweep
through the channel--
the same winds
that keep birds airborne--
winds which form sandstone,
that keep birds airborne.
The same winds
through the channel--
winds that sweep
and then no more.
Who flew only once?
There was a bird
and meadows, too.
Deer in the world--
all that is beautiful.
Copyright © Moon Harp | Year Posted 2024
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