As trees and birds vanish all over the Twin Cities,
A small, green and serene
place exists.
This refuge, my haven, my
happy dwelling,
Yet even here, the birds
are quietly vanishing.
Their wings so bright, now slowly disappearing,
The songs they sang, now softly
dwindling.
I miss their colourful
company,
Their melodies, once wild
and free.
ఔను sir. నేను కూడ పిచ్చుకల కోసం ఎదురు చూస్తున్నాను. కానీ అవి కనిపించడం లేదు
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