...a flower
For my
Dog:
She sleeps
her dreams
bring flower
To the
Persian silk tree
Overhead
Sometimes,
After a long
journey
the winds
rest there,
and sings
to my dog
their songs
She sends
with the wind
a little ruff
a small woof,
it lingers
by the steps
As I come home
and find
her voice,
fading softly
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