A Song's Lament
by Jane Lang

Something within her sang:
birdsong, wild, free, on silver wings
too, a caged soft-canary tune
Who's to say the sweeter?

She picked flowers as she walked
strew petals toward the sea, a
mantra repeated in garden-solitude
amid this chaos once called life

Suds and foam called her name
as she sat serenely by
echoes flowed like tea, lost in
the sky neath a Banyan tree

O lithesome sprite, now free
all fight over, the game is done
yellow sun whispers across the wind
Did you hear it? Did you see?

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