BirdsongA Poem by FirebirdHopeful song
Long dark has ended,
fog drifts over wheat fields, and then a bird sings. Autumn fog lifting, the sun's warmth caressing, such bright early freshness. Liquid gold morning, syrup song flowing, blackbird in the tree.
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Added on November 4, 2015 Last Updated on November 4, 2015 |