Impressions of a springtime morning
A beacon to attract my smile
It sings into a brilliant morning
As sunlight smells like strawberries
A crimson finch sits on my rooftop
A splash of color on the skyline
Conveying shades of happiness
A touch of grace sits on its wings
This finch, this grace, its song of hope
Are gifts divine and natures blessing
Share them with a generous spirit
To each and everyone
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2020-05-04 at 13:14
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The Crimson Finch
A crimson finch sits on my rooftopA beacon to attract my smile
It sings into a brilliant morning
As sunlight smells like strawberries
A crimson finch sits on my rooftop
A splash of color on the skyline
Conveying shades of happiness
A touch of grace sits on its wings
This finch, this grace, its song of hope
Are gifts divine and natures blessing
Share them with a generous spirit
To each and everyone
Poetry by Hans Bump
Read 450 times
Written on 2020-05-04 at 13:14
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