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Jan 2023
Each dawn they arrive
Pudgy bodied with
soft gray feathers

Sitting on a branch
Making their own
unique sound

It is the kind of music
which is sweetest to
be heard

A melody of sadness
Echoing in time
Reminding me of
loves who are no
longer here
Written by
Francine Farina
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