As soon as
they have grown
wings large enough,
the white birds
know they can reach
great bliss on a distant
shore.

At once they
all take off,
climb high, a rush,
and sky-bound
practice their wings:
wind-loping behold one
goal.

What strength of
wing, what calm
long onward wave
Blithe echoes
answer their set
cadence--a remote, soft
song.

Rolf A. Leemann

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