a vanishing wind
blended within
the mix of trees,
humming like
a thousand wings
walking through air
it felt like
being at the end
of a vision,
full of empty
spaces
where one
salvages through
seasons past
and faded
half moons,
and the ashes
of water
that the fires
failed to burn
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what a seamless flow, a great write
thanks for sharing dear poet
your words remind me of William Blake's poetry
like this verse from 'How sweet I Roam'd':
'With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-3190 )
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