when sparrows sing summer ~ two poems

I see an unborn dream for the first time! And I like it sooooo much! Do mine look that way, too?:))) The third bird looks so proud to be “the artist’s interpretation of a sparrow” – after all the feeling and the impact are most important, aren’t they?:)))
Are you going to let the white bear from the stamp go free?

If you have found such a magical feather, then some of us will find another ones! What a beautiful poem – full of wisdom and tenderness! Thank you, Linda!x

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