A morning bird
The morning foreign shove,
Gazing at the morning glories.
Woke up from my deep sweven,
With a hope of a novel day.
Every morning you call me,
A morning bird.
I glance for you,
Whistle around the trees,
Thou, still come,
A morning bird.
My eyes mesmerized by your beauty,
A morning bird,
What are you?
Sung a melody's songs, preach,
On thorny branches.
That filled me with great ecstasy,
As twilight rosy blush,
The eyes of night arouse,
On the coldest dusk.
I look for your glow,
I search for your blaze,
That ignite my mind, spirit.
Thou, flew away,
Your presence thus not fade,
I endured to look for you,
A morning bird.
As i feel the wanting of thou,
For i wait till dawn.
To listen,
The songs, sung by thou,
A morning bird.
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