I quiet listen my soul within
But I hear the birds singing in
My thoughts fall silent, fall sleeping..
But the birds wake up and speaking.
The night is warm, only the of rains is crying
And the wind roars, and he to the ocean flying
I quietly listen to the whisper of rainy clouds,
I hear the beautiful singing of birds...
June 21. 2022
England
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