Walking out into fresh morning air
I feel the quiet
But, no, a bird sings
And, then I hear a full chorus
Sung by birds I cannot see
I listen and hear
What my heart would love to see.
Walking out into fresh morning air
I feel the quiet
But, no, a bird sings
And, then I hear a full chorus
Sung by birds I cannot see
I listen and hear
What my heart would love to see.
The poem last line is a lovely surprise and is so good with the images! Thanks!!
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So beautiful
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Thank you Susan and Happy Mother’s +Day to you!
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Beautiful post!
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Thank you !
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