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when someone connects us, rejoice us

tweeting of birds, in a tree
between your and my home
sounds now more rejoicing,
silence between us
is disturbed
It is the reason for me
to glance at your home
and for you, to mine..

I am used to the tweet,
I eagerly wait for the dawn
to rejoice
to glance at your side
to connect to your heart.