The crane long and white Spanning wide on morning breeze gently glides Ever so smooth and low Suspended in air and time slowed Within vast crystal blue Stilled above dewy grasses In open spaces shared by oaks And dripping mosses Greets me in glorious fleeting in simplicity and elegance stretching into the now without strainContinue reading “Above”
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