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Thrown like ripples of a star
From a dreamer's somber shade,
I gazed about frisky birds afar
In coats of blue, gold and red,

And they sang: Sky maidens we,
That dost float on high forever
Atop vales, mountains and seas,
Forests, and many a lonely river,

Lets flap our gentle wings and wing
Yonder the land of lofty mountains,
Where dwelleth the mighty King
In halls bedight with silvern fountains

Beneath temples of burnished gold,
Where golden run nectar streams,
Where beauty by any bard yet to be told,
Where leaves dewed by fair sun beams;

In a realm where naught doth ever age,
Where song birds croon loveliest lullabies
In a realm where love is the language
Unto all that walketh – unto all that flies.

And from there we’ll fly nevermore
But mellifluously whisper a paean
To echo golden from shore to shore,
Beauteously through many an eon.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA
  Oct 2018 HRTsOnFyR
Terry Collett
She opened her hands
and showed me
a wren's egg.

It was small
and fragile.

I'd not seen
one before.

She moved a finger
over it turning
it gently.

I wished I
was that egg,
that she may
touch me gently too.

The nest
had been disturbed
she said;
just this egg left.

I touched the shell
with my finger,
sensing her palm
beneath, soft and pale.

She asked
if I would like it
for my collection.

I said I would.
She put it in my palm,
her fingers
touching my skin.

I closed my hand
over it.

She smiled
and her dark eyes
lit up.

I placed the egg gently
in a small box I carried
and put it in my pocket.

Over the field
a tractor moved;
cows mooed nearby.

I wanted to ask
for a single kiss,
but was too shy.
A boy and girl and an egg 1961
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