Five reads - An original poem

Five reads

When the sun rises
From between the two hills
I have read hope in the morning

I know the flowers must
Be blooming on the slopes
For I have read the breeze

I have read the first Bite
of the reddest cherry
Before the wild birds

I have read the beautiful
Call of the blackbirds
Before the day ends

Above all, your mind,
shiv's song has read,
As it reads mine.

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