Ah, dear poetic bird, may I know this mute grief?
Through your harmonious song, is my relief.
What is this ramble in the depths of heaven?
You've thrown away your inns on the earth,
Do you keep your dens in Eden's shallows?
O sweetie, how do you feel on vaults of skies?
And then, without the kisses of the garden breeze,
Sniff! your scented roses are laying in some grief.
And every fountain mourns over its murmur sweet,
Poetic bird! what is this grief? through your hymns
Is our country's beauty and surplus wheat.
I know you do contribute
to the sky,
With your chants and sounds I do live in some peace.
Leave your grief away and work a treat.
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Beyond scents of Jasmine sweet, Sniff! your roses laying in grief, And every fountain mourn's over Its murmur sweet, great imagination. a meditation on the presence and the songs of the bird. thank u dear poet. tony