Over distant winds I am a feather that floats
Rising and falling towards a land that waits
The streets are humming coldly from it's lonely weary throat
I let the clouds grab me to get me back in place
I'm a branch traveling slowly on the current of time
Delivered by deafeaning howls of a moon that's out of sight
The air that moves around me dethrone the big blue sky
And makes this wood invisible to morning & to night
Deep as forests, steep as those hills
Clear as water, hours will fulfill
A rooted longing that never has expired
To lie in the heart and flesh of my city with my breath open wide
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