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[jarandhel]

Winged Words
By Robert Crawford

THE WINGÈD words, they pass
Still everywhere,
Seeds of the spirit-grass
The dream-winds bear
From that heart-field to this,
Where thought as feeling is;
There’s not a seed will miss
Life, once sown there.

They pass, the faery words, In shade and shine,
As they were magic birds
This heart of mine
Gave shape and colour to,
As in the light and dew
The primal creatures grew
From germs divine.

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[jolantru.livejournal.com]

Beautiful words. Winged words remind me, somewhat, of... this:

http://waynesword.palomar.edu/plfeb99.htm

[jarandhel.livejournal.com]

Did it now? Gosh, I can't imagine why... ;-) *grins*