13th MarchWildIn the blueAnd the whiteAnd the fox red huesOf the wakening mountainThe lapwings danceIn tumultuous airsSpiralling skywardsAnd dropping like ragsHe high in the skyShe down to the meadowTo a placeBeyond where I can knowTogether in movementApart from themselvesIn flow, always in flowLove from a distanceAlways a questionNever still, never certainThis wild weatherWould tear them apartBut always a threadTo keep them together.#poetry
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