Goose
In a world so cold and grey,
alone, folded, she lays.
She brings forth her wing,
to cast the winter's wind away.
.
A flock archs across the sky,
into the clementine sunset they fly.
She lingers below
alone, she cries.
.
She moves across the lake,
silver ripples in her wake.
She melts into twilight's seculed
darkness, alone.





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