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Sparrows
In the twilight's golden hue,
A symphony of whispers ensue.
Amongst the branches, high and low,
The birds awake, their voices grow.
With notes so pure, they take flight,
Their chirping paint the canvas of twilight.
A melody woven soft and sweet,
A chorus that starts my day complete.
Cheer my spirit with music divine,
Inspire my heart, like aged wine.
For in your song, I remember providence,
A serenade of praise for His grace in abundance.
#InkedPages #InkedSoul
(Photo credit: 123rf.com)
A symphony of whispers ensue.
Amongst the branches, high and low,
The birds awake, their voices grow.
With notes so pure, they take flight,
Their chirping paint the canvas of twilight.
A melody woven soft and sweet,
A chorus that starts my day complete.
Cheer my spirit with music divine,
Inspire my heart, like aged wine.
For in your song, I remember providence,
A serenade of praise for His grace in abundance.
#InkedPages #InkedSoul
(Photo credit: 123rf.com)
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