Morning Birds

Morning Birds

This year is burning through its days
My morning birds are singing
I listen to the circles turning
Clock-like in their motion

And my fears are fast-fading
Forgiveness expanding
Fingers are slipping
But my soul is swimming

And my morning birds are singing

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