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Spring Robin
“The melody of birdsong resonates the tune of companionship in the silent ether of loneliness” – Quote by poet In one seraphic spring’s glowing dawn pearly, I saw a delicately weaved artwork of bird nest, nestled on the magnificent magnolia tree. Its baroque bough in full bloom at the crest over the backyard lawn, sparkling at its best. Since then, I see a cheery Robin every morn, full of zest through the crispy fragrant air fly low with the wings spread to span airborne the cerulean sky over the green meadow, and descend to its nest as my songbird of the show. The bird of bright flushing daylight tweeters to the scintillating tune of glee of the sunburst spectral surge of delight, reveals the secrets of avian exhilaration to me from within the silky scarlet breast feathery. When all the thrushes are draped by silent veil, my Robin sings to the shining hue of the unfurling flower of the dawn frail, the melody cascading on the track of the sunray new, the tune drifting away on the wings of wind passing through. As the storm clouds in the slate horizon stratify, the recluse Robin swings on the tree swaying, flutters the shaded wings soaring high in the shifting shadow of wispy clouds fraying, longing to get drenched in the colors of rainbow straying. The charming bird perched on the branch bowed outside the window gives me company in lonely hours of leisure, singing delightful songs that sail in the air through the cloud, suffuses my secluded time with tunes of melodic pleasure with the breath of sensuous joy beyond measure.
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