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The birds giggled lightly,
Their voices caught wind.
Their ruffled, soft feathers,
Will never be thinned.
They flitted from branches,
They hopped and they flew.
They twirled soft dances,
And gathered sweet dew.
The trees are their friends,
And the flowers, their love.
And loves them especially,
One summer dove.
A seed they have planted,
From spirit it grew.
They light up the world,
That is what they do.
(Victoria)
The birds giggled lightly
© Copyright: Аделина Грант, 2014
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