Last LifetimesA Poem by Nate Flying Owl
The wind tastes the marrow of my bones
Jehovah's movements become evident Through the leaves of each tree I encounter And moments can last lifetimes when I pause To listen for the song quietly sung By the branches seeking to comfort my soul What better Elysium can there be? © 2014 Nate Flying Owl |
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