A sweet, soft note
Carried on the mild breeze
From the jay’s crested throat
With euphoric ease
Water flowing freely,
Cool nectar on the lips,
A hand, in blindness, mine
Gently slipped.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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Comments1
Very good words bbb.
Andy
Thank you very much, Andy.
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