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A Distant Bird
The sun shines out again
on the brown earth the streak of light
the paths of hope lights...then
upsurges all the potions of life:
the scent of stock, the scent of humanity
revolving around the great savannah.
Hovers a warm breeze...
But my vision of a dream
wonders beyond the shadows
to settle on a distant image, a bird,
golden in the sun, rises to fly
over the plains of my heart.
In my memory perpetually she lingers
like these lash, green grass around me.
Milton, you share the great mantle of another
poet Milton