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Rain on the Petals

It was a slow existence;Of fresh aircups of tea, sunshine,birds and that;And rain on the petals;Life till notA surprise, I suppose, for all.

The Birdhouse

the Birdhousesuspended in the treethough framed beautifullyin my windowas if it were floatingin a bed of green grassand shrubsflowers and a stillclear blue skywhere the… Read More »The Birdhouse