The Circle


Racing winds
Rippling waters
Echoes tearing from tall canyons
Your many voices
The vibrations rolling
… Inside the rounded bones
The shelter for all thought
You live like some flower
Only one
Sweeter than roses
Cry out this chorus
To sing only for you
Until the rainbow
Is a circle
In vast meadows and mountains
Of white clouds under our wings

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