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Feb 2016
A chorus of layered sounds singing as one unit like a melodious choir, I heard the crepuscular creatures chirping along their bird sounds and awakening the night sky and dawning the morning sun. They sang with charisma and grace as the brazen sun  showed her hidden face.
A melodious cacophony of sounds to be heard in such early morning's grace.
A disarray of chaotic beauty.
These are the clamorous, yet elegant sounds of my morning song.
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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