Song

Written by: denis bruce

                                                         Lark soars,
                                                      A dwindling dot,
                                                 Into the clear blue sky
                                          Filling the air with sweet music
                                    Until the heavens alone seem to sing.
                                           Your eye picks  out a tiny speck
                                                 Trilling in slow descent
                                                          Until it  lands.
                                                            Song ends. 
                                                        
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