Twisted round a finger
It came to me, as if a dream, amusing anecdote
A twisted little finger danced around the rites of rote
Never could it bother me
Just set the tone and let it free
This life to create and the next animate
All the loving that sings in the wind
The wind's potentate, as he learned to relate
To the sighs through the trees, simply grinned
The twisting round a finger is a measure of extremes
In which the one is bonded but the other bound, it seems
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