I opened window to hear voice of sweet cuckoo
But she was not there to be heard or seen through
May be it was my unsteady mind that heard some music
I, being admirer of music, always liked to seek it from nature
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I opened window to hear voice of sweet cuckoo But she was not there to be heard or seen through
Fay Slimm Bird- gifts so beautifully described in this verse Jadia - - the cuckoo's song here always fills me with wonder. A lovely read.