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A whisper in the breeze;
With feathers she flies
Without words she sings
And never, never stops
What it is, I surmise
A bubbling up of life
From everything,
Living and non-living
A sudden strange unfolding
What it is, I surmise
Her songs, birds sing
Her steps, grasses
Rustle and rhyme
Her form in the drifting cloud
Her pulse in the flowing stream
And her breath in perfuming breeze
What it is, I surmise
Leaves fall when I sigh
Dew twinkles when I cry
And it’s love nothing but love
Her familiar steps me surprise……………
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