A Kinder Land

I look but for a song of joy to lift my soul,

Like a rainbow kite on the winds of March

Wishing for that passing wisp, a breeze from kinder lands

Singing through the budding branches of winter’s barren trees

How tenderly can you pluck,

A wind song of adoration and affection

On a heart, stretched across frets of pain, taut with need

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