Sea bird
Like a bird flying over the sea when ships dock in those near and far ports.
And when the pigeons Coo over high branches of trees…
In the fields, deserts, and long-standing mountains.
I sing on a rainy and sunny day.
A rainbow is broken in the sky and reflected in the surfaces of happy fields.
The farmer plows the land and irrigates the strong trees.
I’m confused my love, who is showing me the difference between the sun and the moon?
Between night and day.
Between an eagle and a hawk.
Uh, from the cold of winter and the hot summer.
It is to dawn towering for your honeymoon eyes.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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