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Oct 2016
And let my feeling like an untamed hawk sit
boldly on my arm in daily exercise; and slowly
let me trim his triumph to my call, and let
the swift unfolding of those tapered wings
whistle the wind to harness and slip down the
undercurrent of the air and cross the gust and
battery to capture in the moment - hour's
eternity, enwrapped creation rapping trapped
joined words.
Jonathan Finch
Written by
Jonathan Finch  Thailand
(Thailand)   
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