Come here little birds of yesteryear summer
With flying wings of prosper through airy light
Guide the ways to heart with your thoughts number
With a passing through in the blue sky flight
Keep my feelings still in their right greenness
Coming in the wander of entrails tossed
Each in their freshly inspiring cleanness
That through winter sometimes gets lost
You have every bright day in my heart
With what the age can never understand
Like rivers flowing in streams liberated
Each in freshly coming in its new start
By thoughts of their drifting stranded on new land
What with fulfillments metaphors have stated
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