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It’s a pleasure to read and listen such lovely haiku sequence. It’s also a coincidence that both writed about robin bird, I did yesterday, it means that we love robin and it wonderful singing
Have good time
Francesco
I’ve just read your robin poem. Lovely! I left a brief comment in my brief Italian 🙂
Wonderful! I went with the Autumn Sparrow today. We must be on a similar air waves 🙂
I don’t think you can call yourself a poet if you don’t listen to the birds 🙂
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