LOVE Poem: The Formosan Yellow Tit, by Yi-jung Chen

Perching on the branch,
with white trim to the triangular crest
light blue outshone the sun.
The melodious chirping,
lifted up my lethargic spirits.

In the thrall of love, we used to be
drenched with tears and pity.
Years passed by,
we have molted and shed our skins.
Like the resident birds,
we have no intentions to migrate
far, far away.

Savoring the crisp autumn air,
we’re ready to embark,
with solemn oath,
from A to Z,
auspicious flintstone of
upbeat notes, memory
rekindle our flame of life,
hope and new life,
ready to soar, hover no more.

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