pink blends with blue while on swift-moving wing
birds dance with purpose through the morning sky
the day is hot they will not venture high
and we down here will never hear them sing
we're lucky that we glimpse them passing by
pink blends with blue while on swift-moving wing
it's never time for one true happy fling
our backs will stay bent and our thoughts are wry
though tears are shed the soil still remains dry
pink blends with blue while on swift-moving wing
14 August 2007
a bay of air
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