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
4 comments:
What a beautiful poem and sweet picture! It's nice to see you back blogging again!
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
Wow great stuff...packs a lot of power...loved it...thank you
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!
:)
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