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COMING SOON
The wind
doesn't
scare
you
Keep
the
movement
secret
From
imperious fall
to the
point of decline
And your first
feather
on the first bright
day
Yourself
tiny voice
would laugh if
you heard yourself
Whistle
at
blades of grass
harvest
The momentum
of
the seed of
strength
The momentum of
the silent tree
that stands up to
the earth
