William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

At Such an Early Hour

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What does the robin sing to the moon?
Farewell? Don’t go? I’m here? Soft clouds?

Or does he sing to the moon at all?
My Joy? My life? My love?

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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet

Tags: Birdsong, Clouds, Joy, Life, Longing, Love, Morning, Robins, The Moon

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