Birdsong at Dusk
They spill from the spring air
liquid pure, sweet of voice
I survived winter without them
wondered how and where they go
I forget up...
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They spill from the spring air
liquid pure, sweet of voice
I survived winter without them
wondered how and where they go
I forget upon their return
the vibrant echoes of their songs
that yesterday existed at all
Read less
liquid pure, sweet of voice
I survived winter without them
wondered how and where they go
I forget upon their return
the vibrant echoes of their songs
that yesterday existed at all
Read less
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