Bluebird, bluebird, on my windowsill…
Sing me a song about sunshine and spring.
Bluebird, bluebird, on my windowsill…
Sing me a song of remembering.
Oh little bluebird, with magic in your song
Sing me a tune that tastes like Christmas morn
Oh little bluebird, with fairy dust upon your wing
Sing me a melody that smells like home
Oh little bluebird, with sparkles in your eye
Sing me a note that feels like sunshine on my brow
Oh little bluebird, Oh little bluebird
Oh little bluebird, come to me now.
LJB Conrad
lamandabeesleyconrad.com 
Blue is my favorite color so I adore this not only for the writing but for that reason as well. Great job!
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Thank you so much! It feels nice to finally have the time to write poetry again. I appreciate your feedback.
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