If the song of the bird outside on your balcony
rings higher and sweeter than the song of your phone,
if the arms and the blossoms of trees are your home,
and the sky is your comfort, where ever you roam --
blessed are you by me,
one whom you'll never know,
together we'll share this love
in the fields of words that we sow.
~me~
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