the notes go flying off in the
air
surrounding us
as are the winds, invisible
sweeping and swooping us
into the vortex
of time.....
our song sung by the breezes
the mighty winds, as the
grasses, the buds.... the trees sing
harmony
the invisible song of the
centuries
the song we silently sing
with the winds....
wordless and wondrous
understood...integrated....known
wild winds graces our faces
as we are placed...blown
before each other again
never knowing when.....only
that as the wind calls
we shall answer
in a blend of vibration
ours alone
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