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Birds' singing as the sun ascends
Is nothing very new
Simply a worn cliché
Familiar, with morning dew.

But rarely I have heard the chirp
Of birds in the peak of night
Tilted flourishes just as pert
But heard in darkened sight.

A whistle of life
In the stilling silence
Strangely tonic to my heart
A ripple in the flat black sense
A ripple soon to part.





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 4, 2010 at 3:15 pm
I am stunned; this is a wonderful poem. I find merely the idea of it to be very clever and charming, but you also wrote the words so cleverly and... well, it's hard to describe. Just know that I love this work.
 
quirks replied...
Sept. 4, 2010 at 3:21 pm
Thanks so much--that really means a lot to me!
 
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