Catch this swift bird in its flight
And crystallize its form,
Enrobe it in words tight
Life, on another plane is born.
But oft it happen so
Its swiftness leaves one behind,
A fluttering leaf abandoned,
When the passionate draft recedes.
Only an echo resonates;
The friend now is gone.
A reminder that this way
May never be passed at all.
Yet a strange solace flickers;
That another wind may blow
And a different bird fly,
To be caught n made alive.
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