This morning
I cannot tell
If these dear birds
Do sing their songs
To woo each other
Fling them long
To wound the other
But my toes are cold
So inside I go
It’s just as well



Forgive the repost, but these dear birds are at it again, and my toes are just as cold.

~ by April on October 3, 2017.

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