The birds chirp a
sad melody.
For what, we do
not know.
The sad tune echo's
through the valley,
the woods,
and
to our home.
The sad tune reaches my
mind. I write before
it leaves my mind
forever.
As the sad song travels,
it is rivaled by the sweet
melody of laughter
and a joyful song.
When the two collide,
chaos and tranquility
become,
and the sweet melody reaches
far away,
like a sweet scent of
a
newly
bloomed
flower.
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