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From windswept sand, solicited
The holy ribbon wisps
Spectral whispering of words to follow
Can't be captured within the flicking of a wrist
Only in flight, playful as a Swallow
Fleeting in the writer's chase
To hold is to embrace dust, and to wallow
But how wonderous is it just... with a glimpsed vision to be graced
Of the spectral ribbon... it's flight... I'll forever follow
Heel over toe
Through earth's hedgerows and flower shows
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