Beauty must be a bird, with home in the sky,
Passing the night here and fleeing before dawn.
Flowers and grasses all stand pale and dry
For no dew was sent from above this morn.
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Longing is agony.This a masterpiece of supreme art.You got the talent brother.God bless.A great read and I'm happy I've seen it.