Night Walking

Picking a thought like a flower, tucking it behind my ear,

  Where the sounds of music are dancing…

Swaying, my breath is the river, going “shh” by my window,

  Expelling the winter flood…

My heart soars on the wind, the snap of a branch in the trees,

  Is a little piece of it breaking.

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