Every night the beautiful bird
Came in my sweet dream
And told me delightful stories
About its fantastic flight in the vast open sky in different times.
I listened to it with great attention and admiration
And also aspired to fly high in the sky like the splendid bird.
One night I succeeded in my ambition
To soar high in the azure sky with my strong and powerful
wings of poesy,
Even I could fly more successfully than the great bird,
Eventually it became extremely glad,
Thereafter it never came in my lovely dream.
I pleaded my beloved bird solemnly,
"Dear friend! come again in my pleasant vision,
I am eagerly waiting for you, "
But someone murmured to my ears,
"The bird had flown away forever."
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Fantastic flight of imagery enables poets to fly too high, though in dreams. A wonderful poem and a pleasure to read.10 points.