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Flutters
the birds,
that don’t know the words,
darting in and out
the flowery shrub,
humming their tune
in time with the breeze,
as beaks probe and sip
life’s sweetest nectar.
the silence of their lyric,
smiles a song to my eye,
as the birds that don’t
know the words,
hum their tune of goodbye.
Love this, simply beautiful.
Love this, simply beautiful.
Thanks Sue, there's a mature
Thanks Sue, there's a mature weigela bush right out the kitchen window, and they always amuse, and amaze, me.