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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As begin to fall the autumn leaves from trees Soon the winter will bring cold breeze There are still few bees Sipping nectar which they change sap of honeys’ The chestnuts like hail in park will fall The whispering wind is imbued with their soul As the wind sings oldest ballad of all It reminisces time when children would climb poplar that’s tall It remembers the time before bird would sing And when earth was one volcano covered thing It even remembers time when justice stood for something It remembers everything As winter approaches covering the world with purity of white snow And frost makes bizarre shapes on every window To the feeder the birds will go Among the white frigid winter they are remnants of summer’s rainbow In spring to complete its quest To meticulously build the nest The bird will not rest Searching from East to West All kinds of things to build its nest bird will bring Maybe even crown of a king Maybe diamond ring Or maybe something even more precious likes a free destiny string But it is bigger bird like crane that is special for me The one that will one day fly above higher then Everest mountain majesty In blue reflecting feathers covered he will be Flying in essence of destiny recoiling to above infinity But it is the autumns’ ages’ old mist That touches my spirit when put in its midst This is where at the base all paradoxes cease to exist Like a glorious, hopeful, good morning, sun sings shining above that mist
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