Birds chirping
Singing to this awakening day
What are they whistling to me
As the sun rises up and high
The endless possibilities
Of my creative mind
Like a singing motion
That echoes within me
Within me rest the sound
Of the birds chirping
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
Birds chirping
Singing to this awakening day
What are they whistling to me
As the sun rises up and high
The endless possibilities
Of my creative mind
Like a singing motion
That echoes within me
Within me rest the sound
Of the birds chirping
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