A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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A small bird flits,
Through darkened branches,
Like forlorn spirits,
In empty mansions,
Does it herald,
Times to come?
Or does it hint,
To deeds undone?
Or does it merely seek,
The rising sun?
A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
***
A small bird flits,
Through darkened branches,
Like forlorn spirits,
In empty mansions,
Does it herald,
Times to come?
Or does it hint,
To deeds undone?
Or does it merely seek,
The rising sun?
Perhaps indeed, thank you!
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