Come, hear the bird song,
It's been there all along,
Can't deny the joy it brings,
A moment later love suddenly springs;
The rhythm is quite unique,
Like the dimple in the smiley cheek,
Doesn't matter how far it sounds,
Only matters to the heart it bounds;
Melody is there in joy and pain,
But the song is not always the same,
It only touch the soul of it's kind,
Because love is a feeling but it is blind;
Language is same but dialects are different,
There is only praise no affront,
Song stops only when there is no life,
Who knows ! It might continue even in afterlife;
©scarto
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