The bushes have flowers.
Flowers are lovely...
Birds soar high;
Above the clouds...
Birds came from the woods
made a nest in banyan tree...
Is raining. Since night.
You have no claim on...
Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep...
Slowly awakes the dawn,
Her chorus, spilling out in notes of joy...
I have no wings,
as they have...
A pretty blue bird flits
From tree to tree...
Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain...
Snakebitten
you raise your hand...
Genus Viola.
Which gender you want it...
I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts...