Ivy Schex - Wind

Silent it mutters
Voiceless it utters
Lonely it cries
Wingless it flies

Through trees it stills
But howls over hills
Long it howls
And low it growls

Roaming plain and grass
Over waters it may pass
Waking under moon
And winging into rune

Trees it may toss
But grieves no loss
Ever it may be
But never to see

Ivy Schex

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