tagNon-Erotic PoetryPorcelain bird

Porcelain bird

byRazzRajen©

When the little bird landed
on the bush,
the flowers all opened so it
could see
the dew drops on her wings shook off,
little rainbows of colours

the rising Sun Makes all golden
Light surrounds one
and Yet
the dulcet tones of that little bird
red and gold and blue
like a porcelain doll
Made the sun seem ashamed to rise

Clouds overhung
Trees lowered
leaves rustled

all the denizens
come out to see
who shall bait the offer?

and Hear the bird trill
so sweetly

Look, the yonder pale is azure
Pristine in its clarity
pure in its beauty
and still she trills
and none moved

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