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~ Poetry by me ~
Way to Work
The early birds are startled
by the steeple´s bell,
its metal tongue disrupting
the morning´s quiet spell.
Above, the crows wing on
through the ocean of the sun,
and all of Odin´s children
to their heart´s desire come.
© 2009 Michaela
Macha
- This poem is in the
Common Domain and may be freely distributed
provided it remains unchanged, including copyright notice and this License -
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