In The Woods
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Category : Poems
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Little birds,
flying in the forest,
jumping...
limping...
from branche to branche,
trees to trees....
They are at ease.
All the birds
will sing loudly,
proudly... their lovely songs.
Gathered together,
the previous morning....
In the early hours.
Their songs are,
like little poems.
And,
will tell the other birds,
their little concerns!
