Little tails from east to west
Swept the morning greenery,
Eyes like diamond dottings
Kissed their spaces sweetly.
Were they in love or courtesy?
their gestures made me wonder.
Or siblings from an egg?
So their colours could tell.
So timid in their twits
They called out to their egoes,
Smiling on all the same
As they flew off from my sight.
Thursday, 7 April 2011
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