#775579 added February 21, 2013 at 10:42am Restrictions: None
A bird sings in Las Vegas
a bird is singing
serenading charcoal clouds
is there a slight breeze
A bird sings in Las Vegas
he serenades the clouds of dawn,
he serenades the morning sun
he proclaims his joy for another day of life.
(14 Mulk, 169 B.E.)
About this poem: I began this poem on Wednesday, February 20, 2013 in another blog. I finished it this morning, Thursday, February 21, 2013, after I heard t he same bird singing.
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