Skyscape with birds for my small daughter

Your eyebrows are wings I watch mood migrations As for your hair I do not understand why nature makes no use of brown for a cloud color When you laugh I hear juncos Their down forms your cheek Cloudwing and the light air of a feather of laughter

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