Song Thrush
My fingers hover over stringsPoised to strum and thrum warm wood
When through the air to mine ears reach
A lilting, lyrical, sweet song sung
My eyes turn to face the golden glow
of evening sun that's breached
Out from lazy cloud and sky
To shine upon this music preached
And so I sight on leafy branch
A song thrush singing passion'd rhyme
That stills me as the tune is chirped
With such an earnest, soulful chime
Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2015-02-09 at 18:02
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