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Winds
by Will
Hudson
Soft
mulberry winds
On an otherwise
Aged
soil
Growing into one another
With grace, timbre, hold.
One above
The melodious rest.
Shining a canto
of angelic winds
and the heavenly bells' tins.
Merging new with the Catulluan old -
Outstretched for tomorrow
On wistless voice of old.
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