31 mars, 2006

When the wind had wings

A broken song beneath the snow, the echo of a soaring joy, a shape in the mist, a touch in the rain, in the wilderness you come again... you tell us what we used to know... you speak for all the free wild things whose ways were ours when the wind had wings.

Bev Doolittle

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