Layers of birdsong
Emerge as rain subsides
Then comes rain again
A cool breeze brushes my face
My cells sing to the zephyr
Layers of birdsong
Emerge as rain subsides
Then comes rain again
A cool breeze brushes my face
My cells sing to the zephyr
Beautiful verse.
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Very good!
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Ooo! Nice! Can totally identify with that!
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Beautiful! 😊
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