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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Across the plain

Trees rustle,
Once again, 
Singing softly 
To the wind.

Lone bird stirs
Taking flight 
Into darkened 
Arms of night.

And I'm alone 
Still as stone 
To witness birth  
Of heaven and earth 

The  sigh, 
Of solitary  wind 
At night, 
Gently stirring 
fragile leaves, 
In love-making symphony 
Rustling trees. 

Death to life, 
Seasons change.
Birds depart 
Trees remain, 

Winter follows 
Autumn's rain 
And as my life 
Transforms, again, 
The wind blows on, 
Across the plain. 

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