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Birds
They fly through my heart
small measures of joy
beating away
early morning
melancholy.
I sit, wrapped with coffee
feasting my eyes through
the window
on their coming
and going.
The song of their voice
replenishes me
as I step out
to fill
their table.
poem
by
Diana Rosser
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