Goose

A lonely goose provides inspiration for this poem.

In a world so cold and grey,

  alone, folded, she lays.

She brings forth her wing,

  to cast the winter's wind away.

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A flock archs across the sky,

  into the clementine sunset they fly.

She lingers below

  alone, she cries.  

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She moves across the lake,

  silver ripples in her wake.

She melts into twilight's seculed

  darkness, alone.

The End

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