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Two Robin’s Sing.
Their calls,
sharp as
shattered glass
chase across the
blackened boughs,
riding on a frost led
breath to own these
silent, winter hours.
Their calls,
sharp as
shattered glass
chase across the
blackened boughs,
riding on a frost led
breath to own these
silent, winter hours.
Wow!
just wow!
~A~
Thank you. I wasn't happy
Thank you. I wasn't happy with it so I upgraded it a bit. :-) sue.
A painting in words easy to
A painting in words easy to visualize, and in this case, also hear. Very nice, TY.
Thank you very much, I just
Thank you very much, I just felt I wanted to try and capture the moment. Sue.