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Some birds

Music came singing to the sky

It seemed none could sing or fly so high

maybe some birds

like children’s laughter

a forgotten eternal spring,

a happiness

that comes and goes

forever calling

one home

As if out from a tunnel

the first light deafens silence

wings unfold the soul – whispering

Plain truth in words unspoken

so precious the moments

of being unbroken

So soon the rains come

wet, washing

another path


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