Tales of Tall Birds
Fly with the cranes You lovely rootless stork Do not be frightened by the rains, The snowstorms and the city smoke Where do your long legs dwell While the antigones are gone, Do your hearts similarly swell When Spring guides you back home? Did you see the people marching, Did you hear your fellow earthlings’ cries With your long neck, arching Does one ever get used to good-byes? As you reach your destination, Will you miss the journey’s dangers? Did it lead to liberation, To be guided…
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