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I can hear them
I can’t see them
Snow geese that fly at night
They seem infinite in their numbers
Every night the past month I heard them call
This time when they are elsewhere
I will remember selfless calls
Their perfect V’s
Unseen to those who fly
I will remember
The perfection of their V
Silhouetted above the street lights
Generated by the air that we can not see
Explained by the geese that can only feel
When they are in the right place
Singing with the ecstasy
Of remembering
Their home
Let
Me
Live
The
Way
They
Fly
By John Miller
http://john-millar.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/snow-geese-at-night.html
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