Crimson Finch
Flapping, Flying, Soaring high
Dipping, Diving through the sky
Enjoying the wind beneath her wings
I listen whilst the crimson finch sings
Sloping lower she shares her tune
We trill the dawn ‘til the light of noon
Parting as our hunger is heard
I find myself longing
to sing with a bird
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