Birdsong by Blakely Bell A flock of birds fly.Overhead, they serenade,And then glide away. 364th Weekly Poetry Contest Report violation Comments Dear Poeter, Even the clouds Dear Poeter, Even the clouds of the sky close their eyes and listen to the melodious language of the birds. The aesthetics of the earth we live in are constantly being renewed every second within the wonder of nature. Write More Congratulations Report SPAM Log in or register to post comments Log in or register to post comments
Dear Poeter, Even the clouds Dear Poeter, Even the clouds of the sky close their eyes and listen to the melodious language of the birds. The aesthetics of the earth we live in are constantly being renewed every second within the wonder of nature. Write More Congratulations Report SPAM Log in or register to post comments
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