A Sunday Spring Morning

A Poem by Lisette

A white sky

All is so clear.

Awakening to the light.

Winged creatures free.

Whistle of exotic calls.

Chatting and chirping.

No answer required.

© 2008 Lisette

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Added on February 10, 2008
Last Updated on June 24, 2008

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Lisette

RealityBites, TX

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I'm from San Antonio, and learning new lessons about life at a very intense speed. I believe it's important to always learn new things, it keeps you young. Never be closed minded to learning new thi.. more..

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