It will burst forth spilling
spoils upon the world
and giving that
worlds cry more
silence soothes ragged edge
hate words callous river's bend
sunday God's flower grows
stays hidden from the birds
Whose feathers wrap sanguine
stylish songs flap serenades
of winds whose breath remains
and spins ancient
the sky never misses
where the secret shelter's gift
is always given away
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