Fly away very quickly*
It was a crisp November morning
Walking near the stream without warning
Through the reeds it was so quiet and still
Something nervously against its will
So I came across a spot so pleasant
Had a big scare when it was noise from a pheasant
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Here, it is*
Here, it is* It is where I am that my being has took To be of deep contemplation in what I look For the depth that I go in what I see Noth...
love to fly, especially with words.
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