A bird hangs around
Every day and night
From one tree to another
And flying too high.
She is adorable definite
But her sweet melody
Listened yet to be,
Turns up the desired day finally
Where sings a note lovely
The line, her melody reminds me
How Solitary Reaper overflowed the valley,
Echoes still her song
‘My heart goes on’.
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