Sond to the Wind

April 2, 2009
By Sofiya Shevchenko BRONZE, Upper St. Clair, Pennsylvania
Sofiya Shevchenko BRONZE, Upper St. Clair, Pennsylvania
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To breathe the Wind's sweet blow
Is alone the greatest happiness.
Smell the trees and fountain-flow
And the fruit-laden Harpy’s nest.

Let it lift you to the deep
Of unending blue sky.
Light and lighter you will be
Unto the clouds, a sigh

That riding quickly on the tide
Of the Wind, to mimic them
That hear the words of Windy guide
And gather by its will the gem

Of North and East,
Of Flame and Earth --
The burn in Dragon-
And Gryphon-hearth.


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