Happenstance

The crane will mate for life, unlike a man
For some it’s rarer than the hope of Spring
Was it so when life on earth began?

Post modern love is months, not years, in span
Loss and  separation our love rend
The crane will mate for life, unlike humans

Over us the  fickle moon has shone
The cranes rise in a flock,away they wing
So  they have since life on earth began

With peace, these rare white cranes will long go on.
When will we  reach  the  nadir of the wrong?
The cranes dance for their partners, one to one.

Love is a true process, not a thing.
Engagement  with the other,that’s  our song
The crane will mate for life,may they have span..
Happenstance  brings love  but who knows when?

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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