Written on February 12, 2024
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In the stillness of a cool, spring morning, A cardinal’s heart is heavy – he’s heartbroken. Softly calling for the lover he is mourning. Thumps noisily against the clear glass pane, Reflecting the scarlet bird, lost in his grief, Striking the window, again and again – is he insane?
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