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Entwined with | Hallencoly Hill Part 4

Entwined with | Hallencoly Hill Part 4

Yet it was their song that came
to me;
Entwined with harps, piccolos,
and flutes,
That danced from twirling
invisible hands.

Words also sprang from the
avian lips;
To the accompaniment of butter-
flies cut from the very sky.

—Del Elle

 

 

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