Rhapsody
Bird of song, you trill
Fine tunes that refill;
a piping of serenade
upon bright treetops…
while I, in awe, stop
along dewy bend of glade.
Glum near a mountain
from a heartbreak’s strain,
till wings of rhapsody bring
an awakened flight…
Lo! My breaths delight
in your dawn-chant of healing!
Dr.Ram's Alouette Contest
by nette onclaud
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