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Lark, Starling, and Thrush
it's the season to lose reason
to melt into celestial fusion
and roam the pathways and the woods
get a thrilling poetic sensation
escaping where skies are wide
where pastures are within sight
where the winds rhyme your quill
the breeze invigorates your feel
upon the rocky hills there's a starling
dark blue bird, between rocks nestling
and a lark, up in the sky fluttering
floating to the rhythm of the autumn
while the thrush basks safely in warmth
making her haven, between the shrubs
her sound seems to tickle my pen and ink
and send a fresh vibration into my heart
Autumn sighs like a human soul !!!
not because its sad or dismal, but of relief
but because some little things roll
pretty birds with the primeval calls
the yellow flowers enchant the air
here the weather is pretty much fair,
i lounge gaily and the heart swells
earth is my home, serene i dwell.
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