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The wagtails flirt and flit

Though leaves have fallen long since,

The wagtails flirt and flit,

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Glad in the morning sun;

While, on the knotted quince,

The dewdrops, pearled on it,

Bead to a little run. . . .

Soft as a breathing air

There came a lovely sound

Out of the branches bare;

So rich it was, and round,

Sense stood, in listening bound,

Stilled to its sweetness there!

It was the thrush’s note,

That seemed as though his heart

On some loved thing did dote;

As though he yearned apart,

Knowing some hidden smart,

Pain in the long sweet rote.

There, as the spider hung

Grey-breasted ‘gainst the brown

Skin of the quince, he sung A song that o’er the town,

Rose up as though to crown

The tree-tops whence it sprung.

And now, it seems to me,

That long full breath he drew,

Like perfume shed on-air,

Still dwells within the tree,

Though long ago he flew,

And left it naked there. ~

By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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