In a place where there’s no time…

Robin

Robin

now Spring has sprung upon us
if it snows then she’ll be late
the Robin sits alone and looking
should it fly away or wait?

now birds are singing love songs
feeding no longer on their minds
just a touch of baby feathers
in a place where there’s no time…
(Copyright 03-19-14)

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