Birds of early morning

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Birds of early morning

Sacred are the early hours of morning
When the sky is still grey
And the birds don't yet wish to sing
Sacred is the silence of the human beings
Whole lips taste of sleepless nights
Sacred are those birds
The birds or early morning
Who sing with fluttering wings
The moon to sleep

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AlisRed commented on Birds of early morning

03-27-2011

Beautiful with very strong emotion, I enjoyed it~Alis

cherrymuse

03/28/2011

Thank you!

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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