I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
(Emily Huntington Miller – THE BLUEBIRD)
Photo by Kou_the_dog (ăn theo Shaun the sheep)
Retouch by Frankie Cheng
Retouch by Frankie Cheng
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