to serve until mother gets back.
faucon
Cleansing Wind
Oh, how to capture the caressing breeze;
a guardian panting upon my neck,
a dreamed hint of Myrddin's falcon wings,
the ever wind enchanted by my swing
from human fear to ethereal kiss.
Nay, it is only the soft pulsing sorrow
drawn from the breathing of my spirit,
as some feckless friends withdraw in folly.
Oh, how to capture the caressing breeze;
a guardian panting upon my neck,
a dreamed hint of Myrddin's falcon wings,
the ever wind enchanted by my swing
from human fear to ethereal kiss.
Nay, it is only the soft pulsing sorrow
drawn from the breathing of my spirit,
as some feckless friends withdraw in folly.
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faucon
I'm having a hard time trying to add words and ideas to this one, because it seems....... complete.
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