There are voices, tiny voices
of small birds and of sweet jays,
filling air, tiny voices
gently chirping in the days.
There are voices, tiny voices,
practice chirping in these days,
when the Spring is not yet here,
but it’s sure on its ways!
2 thoughts on “Tiny Voices”
OUI LE PRINTEMPS, ARRIVÉ,.LES FLEURS, ET LE RADIEUSE SOLEIL DANS LA TERRE, ET LE VRAI DIEU D’AMOUR PLA D’AMOUR POUR TOUS,LA JUSTICE DIVINE S’IL TU PLAÎT DIEU D’AMOUR. DONNÉ NOUS VÔTRE JUSTICE. JE TEME.
BIG BIG BIG HAPPENINGS this Spring, LOVE