To listen to my heartbeat and feel my lungs fill with air. To have nothing I have to do no place I'm expected to be. I want to listen to the quiet. The noise of this world has grown and I cannot endure much more. I wish to listen as the stars find their path across the sky. I want to watch the morning dew dissipate with the rise of the sun. The sound of songbirds is enough for me. Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
26 thoughts on “The Sound of Songbirds”
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Beautiful poem. Loved it.
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Thank you! I’m so glad that you liked it!
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My pleasure. It’s lovely.
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I don’t know how to fix that, it’s a WordPress Issue. Please try the Sharing button. That’s what I do. Thank you for wanting to share!
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Okay. I will.
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
This piece magically transports me to this beautiful, serene place. Enjoy!
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Susi! Thank you so much for sharing! I’m so glad that you liked it. β€
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It’s my pleasure. I really did! β€
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Beautifully evoked and illustrated. I love these.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Dear Friend. β€
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Just lovely, Penny!
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Thank you, Jess. β€
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Thank you kindly for sharing!
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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Well written dear friend. So many of us want the same things. π
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Thank you, Dear Walt. β€ β€ Good to see you!
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My pleasure. Good to be seen! ππ
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And the birds have been so vocal during these times when they’re not competing with so much human noise!
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I love them.
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