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Wind-Man’s Dance

Who will stand up to

The Wind Man’s dance,

When I am gone?

– –

Who will bow low

The whirling and twirling

Break-snapping to stop?

– –

Who will care

For my lovely,

Gentle and pure?

– –

Who will lay down life

for the wind-dance sacrifice,

when I am gone?

2/13/2000

© N. Lawrence 2016


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