I love the word.
I love the concept.
I love the connotation.
I have an image
in my head that is
BIRDSONG.
It is a red winged blackbird
collaged on top of faded
musical notes.
Simply.
Eloquent
in one word
or two.
Perhaps it isn't a real word -
an official word.
It doesn't matter.
It is in MY world.
"And in the morning they awoke to birdsong."
"The evening ended with gentlest of birdsong."
Birdsong.
Birdsong.
Birdsong.
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