13.April.18


My dearest myna bird of hue blue and lemon-limned, surely your brilliance attracts without need of drink from a loving cup.

Wear your breast feathered, pronounced, soft, and bright, but let your wings be your aegis in flight, eyes aware of both kinds of unmet might.

Making way through a wild both dogged and sly, vulpicide won’t rid each threat standing nigh. Love finds those brimmed with courage supply.

Tub-thumping self-worth are squawks of less sure feathered feet; your awe is noted in the poise upon toes by all whom you will meet. ; )

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