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Gone from the wind 

How lonely it will be

When all the birds are gone.

No more wings

Leaning on the wind.

Trees and ponds

Riddled with silence.

No sweet notes

To lift our hearts.

No honking Vs of geese.

No darkening voice

From forest deeps.

How lonely it will be

Beneath an empty sky.

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Robin Hodson

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