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Beauty muted in earthly tones

Shades of green against the bone

The calling of breath, inhale, rescind

She is the quiet rustle of wind

Subtle, quenching breezes blow

Gentle whispers softly flow

Giving flight about the wood

Encircled, she is understood

She is the flutter of wings and feathers

A spirit free, never bound, never tethered



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