Year and Year After

Every winter,

Year and year after,

Birds hide and secretly sing.

Behind the snow covered hill,

From those naked trees,

With the frozen breeze.

Yearning for its lover.

Of their intimate moments,

And when the sky was golden.

Chirp after chirp,

Tune after tune,

Year and year after.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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