Under the spell of the rain
I am compelled to release the
Burgeoning bird from my chest,
Growing, flowing!
Her tunes are a bride’s silky gown,
Her song is thunderous,
Her songs are canonical,
Like the drenching in sweet honey of the rain
Like Acer saccharum caressing the tip of my tongue, the fluttering!
Oh what keys it takes to unlock this cage!
~tc©
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