I heard birds this morning,
like the magical ones that
sang to Snow White.
High tones making a
pretty song.
It's ok, I thought.
I went on
I heard birds as I walked,
like the sweet ones that
sang to us
on summer mornings.
Low sounds making a
deep song
just for us.
And I smiled
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