Despondency

NEWNESS IN THE HAYFIELD

The bird sat on a wall with a piece of crystal,
Seemed in its tail as if her morbid mood,
Stimulate all the time who chases her,
To embrace the embodied gestures of prey.
The bird looks at the Sturm und Drang as if it suffers,
To listen to the whispering voice at a stage,
Whoever thinks of offering the logistics?
The paddy, guava and like other hays,
She cannot throw her eyes to gimmick,
To have newness in the grassland,
Like glistening and watching the beams.
The bird is the symbol of radiancy,
In newness and old unhappy messenger,
She waits for justice, whoever hates her,
To beat her malnourished debt day by day,
To snatch love and high risk,
In the green trees of life oppressed,
Seize all the time hereinafter for concordance.

The bird is like the quilt and luxury,
Nobody likes her sitting on the wall,
She collects food for a living,
And dancing alongside in the gentle breeze

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