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Birds
They flew up from long woods
And rest under the hoods ;
They made thier home as nest,
What made them as best;
They eat fruits from their smooth beak,
And always make them feel happy from top to feet.
But;
A shrillness in the golden bars,
Feel them as so harsh
As they try to eat,
Everytime their heart beat ;
The happiness was there with joy,
But, now it was counting going days in annoy;
Then made the biird to it's death,
Then the cruel never know about it's Lethe;
Now the life had shed ,
And again, cruel person went away for ahead ;
In
Another
Birdie !
- dhanwin mirani
© ,dhansjmirani,
And rest under the hoods ;
They made thier home as nest,
What made them as best;
They eat fruits from their smooth beak,
And always make them feel happy from top to feet.
But;
A shrillness in the golden bars,
Feel them as so harsh
As they try to eat,
Everytime their heart beat ;
The happiness was there with joy,
But, now it was counting going days in annoy;
Then made the biird to it's death,
Then the cruel never know about it's Lethe;
Now the life had shed ,
And again, cruel person went away for ahead ;
In
Another
Birdie !
- dhanwin mirani
© ,dhansjmirani,
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