Sung A Little Prose - Poem by Angelica Vargas
'Twit! Twit! so the little bird goes...
And I diligently sung my harmony to prose...
To the voice of the breeze, we expressed our melody.
A rhythm beyond compared like eternity.
Huddled ourselves in the mist of our music,
Cradled on the lap of a wonderful tulip.
Humming words of beauty and sanctity.
Just like the symphony of a happy entity.
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