Cuckoo

The merry bells rings
To welcome the springs
The spring welcomes thee
From the nest stealthy free
To thee one day i heard
And saw thee on an orchard
Of the goldish daffodils
On the topmost airy hills
I saw thee from me got pass
While i was lying on grass
I heard thee and rejoice
And wandered thy wonderful voice
Thee is a flying heart
And the God's wonderful Art

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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