A piercing mind

Movements in free movement

over a heavy laden sea

swaying to an age old hum

lost moments called reverie,

the wind she wails sarcastically

to mountains who weigh in turn

over and over the leaves all go

through watering eyes of discern,

an old reply to the same old new

a cursive wheedle to the quill

expression sharp upon the page

as the sound of torment and shrill.

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