Stories, Stories, On the Wind
Calm my breath
(these thoughts I bury)
So, there you are
(and where am I?)
Stories drift their way on by
Grabbing hands out-stretched am I
Flutter, flutter 'till the sky
is burnt in orange and red and blue
I stand alone 'till up they flew.
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