This is not a bird,
And the bird is not real.
Can you say
Mountain is real,
No, never. You
Can't say so.
What is there
In your thoughts
I know.
I know the river,
And the river is in fear.
With the river
I want to go with reality,
In everything that is unreal.
I have my courage
To go and to come,
But I can't say
Where to go
And where from to come.
There is my life
In bird
In mountain
In river,
And I am living
With upmost care.
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