Saturday, March 2, 2024

A Poem - Cuckoo (2024)

Call in the Springtide;

Oh cuckoo.

Oh won't you bring my

Cuckoo, cuckoo,

Spirits lifted,

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

The seasons shifted,

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

Morning mist lifted,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,

In my singing breast.

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