A Year of Poems – Day 80

The evening sky resounds with grace.
The echoing fullness of a closing day,
which on inspection was the same
amalgamation of dissonant chords
and harsh wasting words as always.
Yet the song birds still chant up their praises
which raise until they resonate
sending the shivers of their song in colors
humming at the frequency of praise,
despite anything I try to say to the contrary.

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