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Flight of the Crane
The stoic crane gracefully takes flight against ambers sky
soaring above the mountains a taste of heaven up so high
with each passage beauty vanishes in a spec out of sight
every obsidian-tipped wing beat seams to draw in the night
liquid sunlight drips out of painted sky leaving more to crave
as a feather would slowly fall and drift down upon the grave
last of the bleeding colors caught within a reflective eye
dangle down in a rain the string cut free from a paper kite
as the winds whip around the mountains into stone they engrave.
3:49 PM - 3/27/2007 -
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