A Chirping Bird Tells Me
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Comes autumn, follows fall,
Brown leaves begin to fall,
And when it snows in winter,
Trees look like skeletons that can't stir.
And when warm winds blow forth,
All the nature feels buoyed,
Warm weather fosters growth,
That cold weather had destroyed.
So too happens in human world,
Men of cold hearts have little joy,
And those of warm bubble with buoy,
Tells me a little chirping bird!
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Musings | 43.02.2019 |
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