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The wind

  • James Long
  • Nov 13, 2023
  • 1 min read

Too often by half

Do the mountains wish they were waves

And rivers that they could stand still

Loving what isn't

And all they are not

The price of the sunset is night

I danced through your hair

and made songs in your heart

for the very same reasons

I cannot stay

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