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My words lie drifting on the wind -
A kinship stretched by swell and hill -
More frail, my dreams, than any migrant breeze,
And thinning still.
In patchwork rows, bright blooms ascend,
Until each field has had its fill;
I pluck but one, its petals moonlight pale
And thinning still.
How small, my heart, and full of doubt -
My heart, by silence, there bestilled;
As trifling a thing as could harbor dreams,
And thinning still.
A kinship stretched by swell and hill -
More frail, my dreams, than any migrant breeze,
And thinning still.
In patchwork rows, bright blooms ascend,
Until each field has had its fill;
I pluck but one, its petals moonlight pale
And thinning still.
How small, my heart, and full of doubt -
My heart, by silence, there bestilled;
As trifling a thing as could harbor dreams,
And thinning still.
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On a whim I found myself in dA. Cleaning house and comments, I stumbled across an old name I used to know. I decided to visit, and I am pleased to find this work. Thank you for sharing.