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The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring
it's right underneath,
brewing under my chest
this quiet whisper circling-
not spiraling downwards as
i often tend to, but in a way a
gentle breeze swirls a handful
of leaves and they flutter away.
there's an inquisitive nature
to it where there is somehow a
sense of magic at hand, and yet
somehow there must be a reason
to it all. a scientific process that
al...
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 9:44 pm
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