Paint the wind
with dove grey wings
so I may snare
and cage it
before the trees
hear all the things
I told the wind
in secret
For secrets
cast long shadows
that don't melt
into the sun
and leaves
will fall
like burning
tears
before the fall
is done
Rose
What a windy day this was for the poor dove trying to eat berries
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