Where Do They Fly! !
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With neck and legs outstretched
In an array of different shapes
Under the setting sun
Between the moving clouds
I wonder where they fly.
When the birds return to their nests
When everything else is trying to settle down
When the sun is paving way for the stars and moon
When water ripples in pond
For whom they make the assortment?
It is a thrill to see this quietly
They hypnotize with murmuration
They twist and turn and change direction
And they mesmerize with the skills they possess
Yet the mystery remains, where do they fly?
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