Hollow, Wind & Woods

She wrote her last poem on the balcony of Hollow stone

And Wind spread the words to Woods

In the heart of the oak, he gazed 'til a paper soft as silk,

carefully flew to his knee

Patient and submissive it waited for his act

Gentle fingers laid their touch for the gold-beige colored paper


As the dawn arose and the light glimmered the grass,

she fallen had left her fortress

Wind came as a sparrow towards the cliff, and sat by her side

He sang the spring 'til her eyes blinked

'Come', he said and flew close to her shoulder down to Woods

The End

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