Blackbird song pierces the rain
A green thread of Spring,
A needle in a dark woven tapestry.
It dances through me
Beauty, flying slow, curling green
As I open my eyes to the day.
RB
16/5/17
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Blackbird song pierces the rain
A green thread of Spring,
A needle in a dark woven tapestry.
It dances through me
Beauty, flying slow, curling green
As I open my eyes to the day.
RB
16/5/17
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