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The Blackyard

(Dawn Chorus) It was in Africa that I learned to sing my love the loudest and in the dawn of the Chorus, Black love communicates acoustically. Even if the day breaks, it serenades all territories. Feathered friends in the neighborhood can only be heard by planting a tree. He nests on my spots. Black leaves harvest seeds and rustling branches have a deep aesthetic. Rootly singing... Sometimes melancholic with rhythms so pleasant, living outside a fractured moment. {XM} Unpublished, 2019

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Date: 10/20/2020 5:49:00 AM
Vivid imagery, that created through the excellent choice of your words..
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Zoleka Mannie
Date: 10/22/2020 1:57:00 AM
Listening to a Birdsong changed my life. Thank you. How often are you active here?