I love the way the birds start out their days
in the outburst of songs
they sang as if they're in love.
At the break of day
they're ready for play.
- Judy Emery © 1985 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
