Falcon Cry


A silver cloud before sparkling fields
A thousand memories before the parting sea
As the jungle ruffles its’ burnt bristles
A falcon cries in hidden storms

They lightly thread on familiar grounds
Up slippery slopes and through holy temples
As blue sheep give way to broken vessels
The sun bids goodbye to smoky mountains

The puffy cheeks of a mothers’ joy
Soon wandering the streets of faraway places
A dusty feather floats into the classroom
A successful distraction to drifty dreamers


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