Oct 25, 2023
First saw the light in the end of June, Nights were so bright and birds were in tune I was given a voice, I used it to cry As we have no choice to live or to die
Then a little bird's came to my windowsill And it called my name and it made me still Little sweet bird said I Won't you sing me a song? I don't want to cry, you and I 'll get along
In @cohroh's shades of gracious petals and hands most delicately and beautifully conjured, I am as mistful and demure as dove along with that galore that is of love's, adore's and thank-you's evermore<з
