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Monday, August 5, 2013

More: Always Listen [Poem]

There is something
about the hour of birds
that gladdens the heart
more than words.

They eat what they need,
know right and wrong;
they love and they bleed,
but Always have a song.

So, what of all this?
Listen to what is true:
without an hour of birds,
what would humans do?

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