I think I shall write, and apply some new thoughts, I shall try to delight, and to fly from the moss, up above winged and soaring the blue,
stuff in the wind and the clouds in the new, sunrise to sunset my answers are you,
and the moonrisen starscape,
the dancer in you,
rhythms in excerpt, though meaning is true,
and beginning to let the pen fly for a few,
moments alas and a leaping the dew,
on the grass just beginning, at keeping a few.
©jordang
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