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Mar 2014
The song bird sits on a sleepy
ice draped branch
in solitude
waiting for Spring to awaken
so it can sing
next to pink cherry blossoms
greeting the new day...
while carefully watching
the sun begin to rise
above snow topped mountains
telling her
it's time to sing again.
© 2014
TigerEyes
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TigerEyes  I live in my imagination
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