The birdie chirped on decorative sheet,
In the sky the roar has begun, has gone a downpour,
From fear she became mute...
But air was present such charm,
She has again wanted to fly …
And on wings the wind she has appeared on a cloud,
`I fly! '
She again and again was enticed...

Gioom Galen

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