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“The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.”
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Millennium
Mar 1, 2023
The birds crow a weeping melody,
trees clean of leaves,
they’re leaving
for a better place,
don’t be sorry,
take a feather and it place by a tree,
they’ll return in the fall.
Me finding the willpower to write daily
pineapple
2 years ago
“It place by a tree”??