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Birds Flock To At Night
 
Observe the serene of a yellow autumn
the colors sight of our joy
look at the field of ova thistles seeds that land
between the beautiful sound of night
beneath the golden habitat
where the birds flock to at night
and sang a sweet song to their mates
their wings of love enclose around each other so very tight
as they lay their eggs of sweet devotion
in a straw nest and then they sleep
waiting for a new day to break forth
and a new song of love to fill the sweet empty air.

By starstruck13

© 2012 starstruck13 (All rights reserved)

 

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