Sharma's Song
Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.
No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of trilling notes
Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.
Suzanne Delaney
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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