A little bird touches my cheek...
She's a descendant from the peak
Of Our Eternal Story
Born in your poetic glory.
A little bird pecks on my shoulder...
She's an immutable beholder
Of the ageless dreams of time,
Your faithful love in the sublime.
A little bird sings in my ear...
Celestial melodies she can hear
In your ethereal etudes,
Ambrosial words that you exude.
A little bird sits on my hand...
She is a messenger from the land
Of the All-Enlightening Beam
Where the spirit reigns supreme.
A little bird spreads out her wings...
In her bejeweled beak she brings
The tales of the Arcane Empire
Which like the pearly dew transpire.
A Little Bird
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