That there is no bird in the in the text
written on a bird
You need not feel amazed.
For our need
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I am a forest
When I smile,
It goes near the pond
And is growing as a mountain
...
Came apart
The next moment, why was it that both had to see the branch of tree where we sat?
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When the Past and the Future met,
I created anew a tea-shop there.
Placing a table there
and two chairs too
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Eyeing the sky
the entire place had assembled there
sorrow-stricken.
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I created the night with light
And light with night.
I created the sea with smoke and hill with water
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When walking on the plain of grass
Passing beyond the hilltop,
The rain started to drizzle over the tree
That stands only in his story.
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It is a bird that was most used up
Yet, it is still not damaged and in good condition
for years.
As though it is drawn and drawn
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He would have been willing
To take me into arena of his poetry
Visited, alas! nothing seen, it was empty
when words are opened.
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There is no inhalation here
Can't breathe
Now and then air would come this way
but would at once be chased away
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