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Sing, as stars shine. Twinkle. Sigh, as the breeze blows. Breathe. Cupped beaks, Brown waistcoats with Iridescent blues, Fluorescent as purples are On the back of blackbirds, Or in the eye of a raven. Calls from all directions. A full turn; clockwise. To the sun. Notice the polyrhythm, Textures of nature. The voice of the mother; Creation is splendid In the late afternoon. Dance, as trees move. Sway. Laugh, as children do. My little chirrup! Originally written in 2012, age 16
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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