The Robin our Sweetest Bird
This sweet little bird just warms my heart ♥️
The Robin our Sweetest Bird
A flash of fire on feathered breast,
A tiny heart that knows no rest.
Perched on a branch, a song takes flight,
A melody that cuts the night.
Its voice, a thread both soft and clear,
Spills secrets only silence hears.
No grand display, no boast or call,
Just humble notes that rise, then fall.
The sweetest bird, so small, so bright,
Sings not for fame but pure delight.
And though the world may rush and spin,
Its simple tune still a call from within.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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You are always selecting what a fantastic eye capture poem this is also the rohin's song, like your words, reminds us of lite's small, uncelebrated wonders that carry profound meaning and grace in their silence.Absolutely perfect,and I pray to fly ower top of the weekend story.goodluck.
Natural and from the beautiful natural Excellent