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Transient

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With time
I’ve came to honor
People who’ve passed
—— along my path
to name them
Plains
as I, Wave, from windows
Falls turn into farewell
Wounds are Winds
They’re lips
Tips
of my Winding Wings
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Whirling my ashes
I carry no strings
as I acknowledge at last
it is me who moves
—— Not Them
glancing and guiding
guarding and gliding
Carrier of message
I am,

➤

the Bird of Passage.

25 March, 2012