Birds sing

Dawn breaks throwing purple skies calm
Sleeping wind moves no green
As Damp hangs in the air lingering on my skin like a lovers kiss
ears fill with bird song and a Loveliness in their voice,
I do not speak the tongue
But felt instead in my soul,
’do not fret traveler,
Your journey is not a lonely one’

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