the blue bird of happiness

Every year has its winter,

And every year has its rain__

But a day is always coming

When the birds fly north again

It's the sweetest thing to remember

If courage is on the wane,

When the cold, dark days are over__

The birds will fly north again.

___Ella Higginson

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Delirious said...

What a beautiful poem and sweet picture! It's nice to see you back blogging again!

Othersideblue said...

dear Delirious,

this is so kind of you to remember me
after such a long time! .. its been a year since i last posted here.

Thank you for your comment

Kuan Gung said...

Wow great stuff...packs a lot of power...loved it...thank you

Othersideblue said...

Kuan Gung,

ur welcome ..
this one i picked from a beautiful little book a dear friend gave me as a gift.

am happy reading Ur comment..thanks!