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The Windy Poem

(As named by Mark)

A song was sung, A voice was heard,
It caught the wind as if a bird,
It pierced the sky and breathed the air,
Then flew a light-speed through my hair,
I’ll never know, I’ll never touch,
Its origin, mastermind and such,
I’ll only hear and only feel,
These, the senses I can steal,
In the stratusphere, Be free!
With long and distant melody,
Upon the earth and air its spilled,
While every empty space is filled,
Playing colors, singing light,
These, each sound an acolyte,
Crescendoing they kiss the sky,
And stroke the clouds while passing by,
They plumet down and dig below,
Encouraging the grass to grow,
And with the seasons, pitches change,
They spiral in and out of range,
Swaying meadows, crashing shores,
Then here the song is sung once more.

(2013)

#Nature

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