Do they fly to you and will they carry with them all the words I cannot say?  Will they find their way and will those words fall like feathers from the sky and land where they need for you to hear them?  Listen for the sound of geese in the night sky, for riding on their backs are all the whispers I am not breathing into your waiting ears.

Geese Flying Together Under Moon (by TylerKnott)

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