I know the birds will come.
I can already hear their chirps
and whistles of a song.
I can feel their wings flutter
and their feathers spread.
I can see their colors dance
on my mind's canvas,
dashing and curving-
watercolor!-
cheerfully skittering about.
I can close my eyes
and see them in my mind.
My canvas of heavy paint
streaked with black
is a sleepy yet eager raven
giddy to take flight.
I can already hear their chirps
and whistles of a song.
I can feel their wings flutter
and their feathers spread.
I can see their colors dance
on my mind's canvas,
dashing and curving-
watercolor!-
cheerfully skittering about.
I can close my eyes
and see them in my mind.
My canvas of heavy paint
streaked with black
is a sleepy yet eager raven
giddy to take flight.
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