A Birthday
Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Maverick Mist 
Nice poem and photographs.
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Thanks David. 🙂
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Beautiful!!!!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Ur welcome
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Sweet poem and beautiful male Eclectus! 🙂
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Thanks Tom. 🙂
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Any special birthday?
Great image, Maverick. Love the colours! 🙂
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Thanks Carolyn. I believe it was Christina’s love’s birthday. 🙂
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Is that your eclectus?
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No it’s not, saw it yesterday and thought it was beautiful. 🙂
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I would love to live somewhere with wild parrots! I wouldn’t even care if the cockatoos ate my roof. I love them!
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Me too. 🙂
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Serena Pasqua ❤
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Serena Pasqua ❤
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Wild parrots are so gorgeous to look at!! Like a bright flash of color ☺☺ Beautiful clicks and lovely poem!!
Happy weekends ☺☺
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Thanks Mithai. Happy happy weekends to you too. 🙂
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Thanks a lot!!☺☺
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The colours! ❤
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I had a colorful birthday. 🙂
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And did I even say Happy Birthday?! If I didn’t, all my apologies and consider yourself birthday kissed and hugged!
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Your kisses and hugs make it nice being born again so no apology necessary. 🙂 Thanks Nathalie. 💜
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