Two penguins meet on a day,
under sun so bright.
Flapping wings and singing song,
to make them feel so right.
They sang with hope and sent it far,
to all for change to be,
integrated in humans,
love songs would set them free.
They carried songs of sweet love.
It rang to world so fine.
Their music was a grand gift.
The two were so divine.
And when they met the stars watched on,
from deep inside days sky.
They knew inside love shifts yes come.
In poem I tell no lie.
So send out inside of your prayers
gratitudes sweet toast
to those dressed in black and white,
who live near island coast.
StarBG © 2017
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
Two penguins meet on a day,
under sun so bright.
Flapping wings and singing song,
to make them feel so right.
They sang with hope and sent it far,
to all for change to be,
integrated in humans,
love songs would set them free.
They carried songs of sweet love.
It rang to world so fine.
Their music was a grand gift.
The two were so divine.
And when they met the stars watched on,
from deep inside days sky.
They knew inside love shifts yes come.
In poem I tell no lie.
So send out inside of your prayers
gratitudes sweet toast
to those dressed in black and white,
who live near island coast.
StarBG © 2017
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