The tiny bird always gay and playful
Flew with the tide of the care….
Hiding the warmth of love and dreams to its skinny feathers……..
Flapping and spreading the fragrance of love to her companions……
She flew and flew with caution away from falcons……
Looking in her new nest with hope and joy
When she landed on her new nest……
She wished she could rest……..
But her tiny nest, a puzzle so hard to crack…..
She started flying again
Crushed dreams burning fire on her bosom….
The tiny bird in trance Tired and confused
Tried to sing her souls song to her mate…….
She waited for him to return to her
He did come, never trying to hear her melody
Never seeing its intensity, never listening its beating
The tiny bird still sings her souls song
Wishing for a day to sing in union
To sing and flap her wings in joy and close her eyes
Hopes of that bright and serene day
Floats her to air and she flies singing her souls song……..
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