The tale of the Magpie

The tale of the Magpie

A magpie sits in a tree

Spying for sparkley wares

Look as long as it like

I will find nothing there

My house is not a place of treasure

Except for the treasure of love

And as it is with some people

The magpie doest see love as enough

It want like some people shiney things

But all that glitters is not always gold

For shiney sparkling objects

The magpie like some people would sell their soul

Which I find so tragic and hollow

For their is far greater riches and rewards in love

That cannot be bought or sold

And with it comes a redeeming light

That resonates so bright from the heart and the soul.

Image courtesy of Pinterest

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