sometimes
a little sparrow
sings
to me.
why?
it’s
no mystery:
he is happy,
thrilled, and
very enthused
about the feelings
which have infused
this soul:
turning my anticipation
to liquid gold
magic is real
but still I kneel
praising the Universe for this deal
silly words
put aside for now;
act two complete,
now take a bow.
serendipity II
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