From up the tree the magpie warbles,
A gentle autumn song,
Glistening feathers of white and black,
With its grey baby following along,
The golden grass flows gently,
As the delicate wind blows,
While the wattles sway slightly,
As the sun brightly glows,
In the vast blue sky above,
Not a cloud is to be seen,
And away do the magpies fly,
Into the forest of evergreen.
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Entre Deux Mers
RandomEntre Deux Mers (Between Two Seas) is a collection of short pieces (poems and otherwise) which are a reflection of life and existence, capturing this delicate experience on mother earth in all its complexity. Rated #1 in the category Existence as of...
