Oh Robin lay thy egg in spring,
As the cherry tree grows it’s rings,
And ages through the looking glass,
Gives Robin bird to sing.
Perch so softly in the morning frost,
Your blossoms true not found or lost.
And in the day she'll slowly fly.
As winter warms and dies.
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Comments1
Such a beautiful image but I feel that there is a metaphor here as well. So nicely stated
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