Monday, February 14, 2022

Of the Dust

Of the dust, by the wind, through his wings
To the tops of the trees where he's king
From the night, through the sun, to healing
He will make love of most anything 
From the nest, through the storm, past the sting
To our hearts, through our ears does he bring 
All the light, through his lungs, from his dreams
Here's a gift from the gods, he who sings

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