A little bird stands alone on a tree branch
His lime green feathers match well with the pink flowers
He sings a song that is pleasant to the ears
His amber eyes are fierce,
As if they can look straight into your soul
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The flowers, however, are delicate
They give off a fragrant aroma,
Attracting insects looking for sweet nectar
They are delicate,
A single touch could break its fragile petals
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A little bird stands alone on a tree branch
His lime green feathers match well with the pink flowers
YOU ARE READING
The World As It Is
PoésieLord, you say that heaven is more beautiful than this world we live in. Then, how beautiful is heaven? *** Poetry and Prose
