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Hawk in a tree

Opens its wings

Extends 

The wind, my soul

Raises her up, effortless flight

The sun strikes her just past the shadow 

And she

Disappears

Right before my eyes.

These mountains are my body, my heart is here

These lakes, the rippling beauty of my bowl

My intellect, these words my bridge

The bridge between the worlds 

Where the hawk has gone.

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