the feather-winged ones manifest
of what our souls are and do in a
world of earthbound tethered beings
they fly and soar in the space where
clouds reside and trees and mountains
hover high to touch the sky
the wind knows of their wings and lets
them ride and play in its breath of air
and look upon the setting sun eye to eye
a lunar face smiles watching them cavort
amidst its darken veil and lights the night
to shine upon their fancy beauty in display
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