Moors gently waving in
the winds,
the sloughing bough,
that verdant 'scape,
Birds are free   butterflies too

living for a day
then crimpling slowly  
enfolding All in their embrace.....
from life to Life, heart to heart,
those with hope,
those with ardour,
those with fervour,
Make the world theirs
what they will, will

then the oyster
opens slowly
Look within
Ye, and Take

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