Talking birds
15 March 2020

Springtime dew
Drops on daffodils
Grass that sprouts
All about
My mind running wild with bees
Larks that morning frees
Summer breeze
Seeping through winter
Blinded herds
Haughty nerds
Of the meanings that become
Lost messages hummed
Symphonies
Stretching in the sun
Talking birds
Swirling words
Of the moments that I sum
With my heart’s fingers
Reading of the poem :
Max Richter – Dream 3 (in the midst of my life)
Beautiful poem, beautifully read.💜
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Thank you very much indeed ❤
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Beautifully read
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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Artwork and words were amazing dear Geetha.
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Thank you dear John
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You are welcome dear Geetha.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A amazing poem for Spring by a talented writer.
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Thanks John
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I love your work dear Geetha and you are welcome.
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🙂
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