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Secret code of birds

Breathless sky

how silent clouds collide

leaving me to charcoal gray

teardrops will rain

today

Tomorrow how the Spring

sweetly sings of cloudless skies

blossoms will rain, fragrantly

the orange tree

and still

no matter the weather

gorgeous birds unwavering

will sing in secret codes

seemingly knowing

more than I

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