Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #561 Words: birds, hum, spirits, growl, trickling, glum, three, pray, willowy, run, myths, bones, lost Three birds hum in shadow of willow tree. They lift spirits of the glum, and the lost. They soften growls of nearby animals running past a trickling stream where myths are born of wisps of hair, and sun- bleached bones. Here, Buddha prays. Ethereal masterpiece of sound–three birds humming. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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