Wind-Filled


North wind,
you make my soul
flicker like sunlight
on water,
whirl like the night's
weathervane of stars.


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For you I wish that these poems were rubies, borne by my own caravan from Xi'an out of Shaanxi, through Persia, along the northern Silk Road.

- S. Peralta, Twelve Stones on a Necklace

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