One of the birds
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A fluttering bird flies to the chest.
When blue is green,
When to wash
Looking forward to that
Where did you go,
Maybe the sky, maybe the development,
Otherwise, the tears are all around,
It's a life story
The forces that carry,
Bela was caught at the end
This is an invasive bird
Whom I bind
Throughout life.
By yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem