Arnav Penrhythm

My Heart Flies Away

My heart flies away
Kissing the leaden sky of day
When linnets sing o’er silent vale
When whistling by the wind, do sail;
The reaper in a torch-song lost
Sings intermittent in winter’s frost;
A new cry, of a soul when heard
For tender limbs, eyes soft, lost teeth, a birth;
When down it falls, tears of merry bride

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