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My Little Bird

I heard my little bird singing the breeze, I heard her singing on a breath of air, The air that slowly moves through forest trees, The old, oak trees where initials declare, Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze. Old memories recalled again today, Another day, another time, we knew, I knew that bird song would echo my way, The way a joyful song reminds of you, The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay. In memory of my little bird, Tash RIP sweetheart! xxxx Form: Sicilian Quintains

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 3/19/2012 6:30:00 AM
I liked this poem. So sad and so well written, Jancarl
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Jemmy Farmer
Date: 3/19/2012 2:57:00 PM
Thank you Jancarl