PoetryClaire de lune
  • Decades passed, and I arose above the Earth.
    The concert sang the song of unification.
    The yearn. The quest. The chase. The birth.
    "Be quick", said others, "or you shall waste the chance".
    And so I raced to a tree and joined the choir.
    Willow balled with Wisteria along th'fragrant wire.
    Their dresses twined as they laughed joyously.
    And others chorused, "How I envy. How lovely!"
    I smiled tiredly and climbed higher.
    The music lessened and the sky grew larger.
    Such unnoticed beauty upon this towering branch.
    I raised my wings and took my chance.


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