Published: 16 Apr 2017 › Updated: 16 Apr 2017
bird
Free and beautiful , have you been created.
When the cold came you migrated.
As I miss your morning cheer,
I remember and tear.
As the blanket of snow disappears ,
Your sweet and melodious tone reappears.
Now that I see your colors and vibrance in the trees,
it brings me down to my knees.
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