In the scorching autumn
The bird flies to winter
And he dreams of spring
Then waits for summer
Where the flowers bloom!
Though he's weather-beaten
Mischievous bird has no wings
Yet the wise Master knows
This flammable creature goes beyond the infinity
And back to his endearing bush for the loved ones!
* Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
-Faith Baldwin
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