I Solitary bird on a sulfur treeWith one red eye sees a darkness bleak. Over snow-dimpled pastures my harried Thoughts fly. Why carries the air such care? II Wings nestle in cliffs bare to winter windsTo soaring heights cling, extremities dare. One lone ponytail like a bird’s curved wingSurrenders, taming tremendous sighs. III I cannot […]

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