Black Bird
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The black bird is singing
in the dead of night
The black bird is singing
to unfurl her beauty
in the dead of night
when the entire creation is
enjoying sub-conscious melody of life
the black bird is singing
sitting on the top of garret
breaking the silence of mid-night
her voice is echoing
from earth to sky
making an effulgent craft
to decor the night
sucking all griefs of life
preparing for a better tomorrow.
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