Tiny BirdsA Poem by Tina KlineTiny birds
Fluttering in the naked trees Their tiny voices Fill the quiet afternoon With their delightful songs The autumn winds gust Wet droplets fall They sparkle and glitter In the weak sun Tiny birds Flocking for a moment Then they are gone © 2013 Tina KlineReviews
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StatsAuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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