Singsong of Spring-modern sijo
Hate is a feast for crows. Feast your eyes, instead, on love.
—by poet
Singsong of Spring
Caw of unseen crow and chorus
of potentially pretty wings.
Singsong may have interrupted
the murder - melody was sweet.
Tweeting torques communication;
hate fades with unflappable faith.
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