Aroused by spirit, sealed
much too long, I long
for zephyr’s fragrance and
a song, of nature’s glory or
romance unbound as
I lay here
on this ground and
pondering things
yet to be dreamt, I release
my singing sighs as
to the heavens
they are prayerfully sent.


I wish you the best in the contest you have this entered in. 




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