The Great Speckled Claire Bird's Triolet Poem by shelly keats
The Great Speckled Claire Bird's Triolet
The Claire bird sings its own sweet song
and flies above the throng in view
then it turns right, and not so wrong.
The Claire bird sings its own sweet song
and frowns because its down too long
on ground. It's gem-like orbed as new.
The Claire bird sings its own sweet song
and flies above the throng in view.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fashion
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