Pure

by Tony   May 4, 2007


Raucous Rooks and spluttering brooks
All tied up with spring.
Dawn's divas disrupt the dreamers,
Who listen to them sing.

No laments for failed love,
No requiems for lost love,
Wordless, joyful music that laughs
As the new sun shimmers across the dew damp grass.

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