Silver Bird
light caught your wing
on your ascent
I love you free
did I ever tell you that?
The glory
never ceases to amaze me,
a centennial bell choir
Clouds standing tall
reaching the heights to see
the orange glance of their
beloved mistress
their overarching maestro.
the girl beside
plays with shadow puppets
and you below
only now arise
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