The Hidden Songs Poem by HOWLIN' DERVISH

The Hidden Songs



Everything in a floating moment

The Hare

A hare she is whirling in the dusk
Through stalks of waving grass she goes
When starlight bathed, a nest is found
Intention makes it sacred ground

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