Dear Robin red breast,
You sat upon a branch,
Right outside my door.
How bright red you looked.
You flew away when I neared you.
You just didn't want me to decipher you,
To paint your image,
Or to write a poem about your bright red color.
You just wanted me to look at you with no opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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