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Thinly Veiled
Between branches
And in lungs
Of the dead and the dying;
Breeze
In greener boughs
And grandmother's tales
And lovers' lanes;
Wind:
In Kenneth's willows,
As panic strikes
Numbed pain;
Gales!
Every day in farms,
And fresh residue
Of the outbound;
Storms:
Outdone only
By old hearts that find
Very little in names.
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Hat tip to The Wind In The Willows by Kenneth Grahame, one of my favourite books of all time.
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