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Atlanta to Albany (Free verse) by powerline
Standing still in watch are trees
Who quietly wait this pale cold night
For in the south a heart heads home
By wings who yield a timely flight
With lasting winds smooth like felt
A wintery blue keeps warm a land
The currents so true now in breath
Hold close and dear a traveled hand
Shimmers of shadows pass low but near
These tides they pass through plains and coast
For high above a smell like mist
Knows well a heart who grows in pulse
Pushing far the air between
A wind by side lets go its grasp
Stillness brings a family near
And for their guest a home at last
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