Sunday, June 16, 2013

A bird

A bird can sit on
Her eggs for hours and hours
 And in great silence.
May be she is whispering to
her eggs about
The fragrance of the sky
The beauty of the moon
And the earth that is pregnant
With kindness.
That is probably why
The eggs, after certain time,
Crash their shells and sing
Of the sweet moon.

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