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Birdsong Sanctuary

Birdsong Sanctuary

This is my place of serenity, 
wrapped in birdsong. 
Freedom from the severity 
of the evil that lives outside. 

My clean place 
where fingernails fill with soil. 
My place of reflection 
mixed with serenely gentle toil 

Today feels like the dawn of summer 
I will sit here passed the dusk. 

In my blessed birdsong sanctuary 
In my garden 
In the place I cleanse my soul 
In my truest home 

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Tony Taylor

CONGRATULATIONS NIGEL!!.....I can't say I'm often pleased with the poems that win here .......but I DO agree with this choice.....for SO MANY reasons......you deserve it dear poet brother ~

       ~ "In the place I cleanse my soul.."

Well done & thank you so much for sharing this!!.......your cyber-friend and admirer!!.....Tony xo ???✴✴❤✴✴?
 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thanks so much Tony, a bit gobsmacked but really pleased 
thanks again my friend 
Nigel 

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Keyon Gilmore

Great poem.  I enjoyed the transportation into your serene and peaceful sanctuary. 
Congratulations. 

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Terry Reeves

I enjoyed your poem
but personally, don't think it
deserves to win this contest.

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?POETRYDELIVERY

Nigel cresswell. First congratulations love your poem. I understand we will all kick bucket soon or later i had my share of encounters.. Well said. Let the lord bless you and your family Pick your winning up so high that your arms actuall detach from your body and stay up. Lol????. Enjoy it ? winner......a bro from cosmofullen..♿??????

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Ibidun

That is a great poem to read!

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