birdsong in my mind
sorrowful soul mate
casting nets
from a sparse pine
comes up empty time & again
determined to move on
one tree at a time
the song forever weaves
through solitary twilight
april two thousand sixteen
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We can learn a lot from nature. Nice work, J!
thank you, Millie – always a pleasure having you visit here
“Song forever weaves” , nice!
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