by Dahni
beneath feathered flight of words held to hold tight wings soar in heights glide on space between eyes span to depths draw up to rise the things and thoughts of women the thoughts and things of men hold tighter now in shake of wind of words rising from below cries of angered lips tremble there of pricks pricks in the hearts and souls of the difference each seek drawn and pulled apart joy the pain voices that cannot hear ears that will not speak thunder up below and shake the flight of wings tighter hold the feathers circle now the view cannot these learn the whisper great sky has room for many voices but loud they are but storms they make to wings meant to fly in gentle breeze things and thoughts that soar these wings soft words© 1998
from the collection 'Ravnsong' by the same author
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