NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season’s change
o’er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of heart
But the sun sees a vastness
of grand love we give Her
so not a goodbye
little ones but a promise
for tomorrows!
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Rev: 03-18-2018
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