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Sweet Bird
She, coyly, at the break of dawn, sings.
Her honeyed voice graces my ears.
She flaps, she dances, she plays, she giggles,
All these, I'm left breathless.
Petite, sweet bird, she dresses,
So natural, simple elegance, fresh as flower
She sings, I whistle, she sits,
A top a tree, castle I dream, we hold hands.
poem
by
Charles Jagongo Ogola
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