Do you see a little bird flown to you in a windy day?
It's a canary left its bench. It flew miles patting the sky's face. Are you amazed at its soft wings painted by a nude haze?
No, its tiny beak hasn't dropped the songs anywhere. Do you listen to them in a dripping rain? The sun's mirror can be a sea or a lake.
The bird doesn't have a mirror to look at its craze. Don't be amazed! It covered miles but it didn't drop its lyre on the long way.
Don't be amazed! The bird didn't drop a single song saved for you in its haste.
From my poetry book My intoxicated ink.
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