A Bird’s Tragic Love Story
A bird is flying amply in woods.
A bird is singing gaily in woods.
A bird is living happily in woods.
Those are gleeful days of a bird.
Flying amply it falls in pure love.
Singing gaily it gabs to its love.
Living happily it deems it got love.
These are cuddly days of a bird.
Pure love doubts on it’s amply fall.
Sunday, December 21, 2008