WIND?oh to where hath the wind gone?
the moors lay silent in her wake
and the leaves, dearly miss
her presence
To where hath she wandered?
on which field shall she dance
on this moonless night?
Why doth the wind not blow,
this eve?
leaving naught but the hallowed
morrow to come
What is it, the wind doth chase,
far from her home?
For what, doth her free heart,
chase acrossed horizons,
unseen to us?
And whence will your wings,
bring your return?
the moors await, the answer.
Kaloriinn, James. Mason.
WAVE
a
wave crashing
to a heart's surface
emotion overwhelming
tears fading back
to a calm
seaKaloriinn, James. Mason
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