My mind takes flight in spirit
With the echo of your call.
Both our shafted shoulders
Aquiver by it all.
I hear all your secrets
In the chorus of your songs,
I spread all my feathers
And wing with open awe.
We hear a culling farmer
Bark his late retorts,
Breaking both our spirits
That plummet back to earth.
Our sun has settled early,
Our dreams, a broken bond.
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