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“Soft warbles echo notes that rise and drown, In the waltz of the breeze through rusty leaves, From the highest tree bough, upon its crown, Drifting regards resound with tuneful ease, As the dust of autumn sweeps on it’s vale, A mockingbird sings in the sun’s lulled glow, Ballads for time as it spins a new tale, Drama in its pose and flair in its flow, So charms the songster with hundreds of tunes; For vast spread wings behold more than their share, The countless dawns and passing many moons Have guided its flights with no sight to spare; Yet new trails await with new sights to see, Each recount sung with unflawed mimicry.” — Marie Helen Abramyan
Soft warbles echo notes that rise and drown,
In the waltz of the breeze through rusty leaves,
From the highest tree bough, upon its crown,
Drifting regards resound with tuneful ease,
As the dust of autumn sweeps on it’s vale,
A mockingbird sings in the sun’s lulled glow,
Ballads for time as it spins a new tale,
Drama in its pose and flair in its flow,
So charms the songster with hundreds of tunes;
For vast spread wings behold more than their share,
The countless dawns and passing many moons
Have guided its flights with no sight to spare;
Yet new trails await with new sights to see,
Each recount sung with unflawed mimicry.