How I Imagine Birds...

The beautiful birds that fly so high, 

I wish like them, I also could fly. 

 

They have no studies, no work, no school, 

They just fly across the meadows – that's so cool! 

 

I have many thoughts in mind, and I write them with a feather, 

The words become birds and they fly on my paper. 

 

Sometimes, my mind becomes a bird and breathes the sky, 

The real sky blushes, as it cannot fly! 

 

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