// The Lost Dances Of Cranes // Somewhere in these fields, you used to settle under the shade of the morning sun, but now what I see are not even your shadows, but an unheard song echoing in my ears with the flapping of your wings far away to the firmament. 🖤🖤 The title is from an original poem from the same title by Juliet Wilson... #aestheticthoughts #theunsungquill #poetry