Birds Now Flow South When Winter Comes Alas-
like the winter bird
often longing to be heard
I await the sounds
~
I await the sounds
of the deep swallows calling
robins and duck fly
~
on their way southward
winter winds comes it's now cold
now flow where it's warm
12/29/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
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