In spring I wonder how starlings make sounds, So angelic, lovely, fragile. How? Trying to be kissable, these black boys Dance miraculous steps, jump for joy. Strange short gurgles mixed with pure songs, When they cuddle their brides, can’t daunt.
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Hello Konstantin,
I really like this. So one of the signs of Spring is the presence of starlings? My nits on this is the capitalization of every line.
In Spring I wonder how starlings make sounds. Angelic, endearing, fragile... How, trying to be kissable, these black boys dance miraculous steps; jump for joy. Strange short gurgles mixed with pure songs. When they cuddle, their brides can't daunt.
I made a few changes which to me helped me absorb the imiage better. Ofcourse, take or toss and it was nice seeing a sign of Spring through this blend.
Dani
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