The lark in flight
Bewitching, beseeching, beguiling,
I saw the lark in flight.
The flyer went higher
to explore my rapport.
Comforting, clarifying, cloistering.
I heard the bells ring low.
Their peal I feel
are freeing my being.
Undoing, undying, defying.
I felt the warmth of love.
I age, engage,
in spying my dieing.
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