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@ Matthew
2025-02-23 10:26:19This wind gets stronger The faster I ride Blowing me to nowhere A Raven High up, small Faces his gale Courageously He finds a way Narrows his wings Drops like an arrow Finds the line of his desire Daring the wind To defy gravity I wished that I could find a way To waken a new dimension To easy my passage Through the breeze Quietly Behind a stand Of twisted thorn trees Where sylvan warblers sing Their spring song, Brightly #poetry