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The reflection of sunshine, peace, prism made of healthy flesh
The nightfall of drying leaves
The unnamed feeling drives the pain away.
The sorrow, wild fire in chests of men
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The Bird Of Joy

The reflection of sunshine, peace, prism made of healthy flesh
The nightfall of drying leaves
The unnamed feeling drives the pain away.
The sorrow, wild fire in chests of men
Secrets carved in these words I say
Blood in veins rushing hard.
The boiling blood spitting adrenaline, above cold feets that wait to run
The battle cry that shakes the wild earth
Cruelty of tyrants on human skin

Inhumane battery has now stopped running.
It has come,
Yes it has come, the bird of joy yet to fly over graves now
The soulless bodies of tyrant now rotten
Their souls now buried in hell.
Peace now prevails in weak men's minds.
The battle scars crushed under shadows it casts.

Deafening moanin sounds in ears of fate,
The lives pray for their dead ones now.
No! , in no time shall the sorrow vanish
Yes! , when the tears of her eyes falls on their cheeks, the rain.
Souls rest in peace and some rust
But here it comes bringing happiness in lives that pray and those that part away

Secrets impaled in words I say, in stars as bright shards glowing stars as lamps firing rays of gladness in darkness
Yes they come from beautiful feathers

The silent universe with no air,
Galaxies wandering endlessly
Positioning distorted, new galaxies concocted.
Life breathed into them now
Heart pounding in their chests now
Yes, at last it comes, it comes alive, the bird of joy is now awake

Forests burning at night.
Ash and smokes that cover the healthy leaves, ……it kills them
The CO2 polluting lungs, leaving creatures breathless,
the ground trembling by stamping feared elephants
Polluted water sending fish to surface
In a blink of an eye it all vaporizes, the sip of water in thirsty horses
The flowers blooming by winds that comes frm blankets of white clouds
Bringing rain triggered by her. Moists the wealthy soil, on which tress grow
Destroying the spoil

The forest breaths out fresh air, flowing into streets of corrupt urban reality
Filling pockets of poor, persecuted men.
Now billionaire's of joy, now rejoice
Children gleesome play down streets, filling the morning with sounds of peace

Yes, it is it
It has come over, covering in its shadow the vast cities.
Yes, the bird of joy

I've got a story to tell, please listen to me and help
Here I am in sands of desert,
Drowning in my own sweat and blood.
The piece of universe which is dead.
No oasis, its plain dead
That is me, the crying weeping shedding me,
Now I lie to sleep eternally,
Waiting for the death angel's command.
Blistering and bleeding me.

The seeds ive sown bore no fruit. Plants that grow thorns pierce my skin that come frm my own garden I ploughed.
Oooooh……I am bleeding me

Far from the horizon comes the bird of joy,
with its large white wings hovering in the sky
holding in its beak hope and delight.
Yes I see it, yes we do. Fly fly o'er us giving us another life

secrets engraved in words i say, which none shall see, except me
Weep no more the bird of joy is flying over you…………..

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