By Stephen  Strahm  astrahm@mindspring.com
Date: 31 May 1997

Song Bird



In the mist of the early morning
the young bird sings

Her songs are soft yet loud
and always full of independence

Sometimes i walk alone and spotlight
this beautiful creation

Everything fades to a blurr
she sits there, i smile

then realize i'm thinking of you
   

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