The Birds ( peace perfect peace)

By swindonwoody

Wed, 11 Mar 2015
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The sweet call of the birds singing 
at the end of the day
even in a busy town
it can feel like your far away
there last few calls that they are
singing  before the day is rolling to a end on a cold winter day
 
spring is just around the corner
with full of love and light
but tonight
the birds are singing
good night
 
with the house so still
its magic to my ears
there spell of calm
and relaxation
fill my soul with joy
to hear there call
there sweet singing
 
but soon it will be dark
and in the tree there be
so still and a sleep
 
and now there song is less often
as they sleep for the night
in the moonlight
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its peace perfect peace
it neither night or day
its just that time of the day
when the birds start to sing at the end of a busy day
 
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