The sparrow that felt my heart*
Dismal is the day as I sit on a bench
Underneath some covers not to get drenched
I am met by a little sparrow scurrying along
Looking for food and not singing its song
As it gets closer and feels Love in my heart
We stare at each other for a moment, then soon departs
Dom*Colucci 2011
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