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What is that windsong you're singing? I can almost hear you through my tears Just as you gust outside my window. Urban wind, but seeming to bring Tales of praries, mountains, valleys.
I want to smooth you in honey and syrup, Pat your pain away with feathered wings, Embed you in a nest of my making, Lined with scraps of velvet and silk.
The hill felt a sudden upset. A flow of red ran down the hill opposite. Crimson cloth, chestnut skin, a sprinkle of silver, alien sounds disjointed, disconcerting.
Maybe it’s time to write the lines Of how and who I loved and lost. Maybe its fine between the lines To write of paths tangled and crossed. Maybe it’s good to note the blood