• On the tree near the shore,
    White birds happy by the sea,
    They suprise without expectation,
    and flow with imagination.

    The white feathers,
    swarm with treasures -
    They toy with amounts of joy,
    And try to fly with a kite so shy.

    I see a nest with eggs being hatched,
    and a baby dove has broke the latch.
    Even though the bird is low,
    It jumps off without levelation.

    The bird is swift in the night sky,
    flapping by a night that crys,
    Hes happy and swift,
    and nifty to lift.

    He flys on my shoulder,
    as if to perch on a rock,
    and I notice that the dove...
    Is Full from my love.

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