White birds in a white sky
Swirling in the freedom of exuberance unreined
Amidst the cold blank low quiet stillness
of a resolute unknown March morning
Glossingly untroubled, indefatigable
Living their lives in their elegant swoops
Visions of heavenly glory
In a white on white dance in the sky
A momentary lull of
Divinely inspired bright life
In the grim mid-March overcast
of dense laid white clouds
Nature's mirror of a
dimly muted carpet in white
with graceful wings overlaid
A resonance to greater things
Stirrings within the heart
Of things everlasting
Of dreams and romance in beauty
Of poignancy in sharp-gored, keenly felt pain
Of moroseness and life within
Of purity of perfection and beauty
Of life everlasting
Life eternal
in white birds swirling on white sky
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