Anthology of a Song

Now she strides in playful tune,
Beneath the wistful glare of June,
Above the earth
Between the clouds-
Dancing on air somehow
With a simple step,
An obdurate ear-
That seems to provide the atmosphere,
She stands in crowds,
Though alone,
My heart and soul she takes back home
With her to rest,
As I stand aside,
And placed the logs by the fireside,
To give her ease in case she wakes,
I shall be here until daybreaks.



Falcon Claw

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