The Wind
There is no need to smile.
Nor cause to frown.
Standing still,
I survey the steppe.
A hawk glides by...
I let the wind embrace me,
And pause to ponder time.
And here now, the sequel
Standing,
The East Wind blows thru me,
While my toes curl with inner delight
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