Zephyr Spirit Poem by Jean-luc Le Maistre
Zephyr Spirit
Black birds fly,
up and over hills,
a distant place,
mind in space,
it calls to me,
the whispers of the wind,
the leaves dance to it's song,
but why does it take so long,
to understand all that is wrong,
decipher the wind,
understand it's words,
for it speaks with no tongue,
open your ears,
feel the beats within,
breathe,
hear the breeze,
and let life begin.
Recommend reading slowly for a sense of relief.
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5/3/2024 5:35:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, JeanLuc. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.