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leonard daranjo
Jul 05, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Singing Bird Whose Name I do not know

Each morning it risesOut of the mists of dawnAnd begins to sing Its immortal song  Leonard   Dawn peeps  From its broken shellSprinkling spring freshnessThat embraces the earthIn an ethereal symphonySuch sweetnessCould never have poured outOf Orpheus fluteAnd Stravinsky could only have given usSecond handThe anointingIs but the poultice of God’s touchDeep beneath the layersOf my egocentric lifeA new life stirsA fresh shoot springs upTo harvest the sunGodHas set in motionA brand new day 

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infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

Leonard

This is absolutely stunning. Must be some bird to top Stravinsky - must find the little 'un and listen to it!! ~Jess K. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!" ~ "Your inferiority complex is better than mine!"
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leonard daranjo

17 years 10 months ago

Thanks Jess

Believe me this is some bird. Every morning it arrives with the dawn. Its song consists of five tones. There is something so sweet about it that it is difficult to describe. It has a mixture of humility, kindness and joy. Cheers ... Leonard