The bright noon had come,
As a shine in the world
The sun is blazing with fire
With heat,
People bustling works,
Animals in shelters
But poor birds ,
They are sad,
They don't have their green shelters
No trees to sit and sing ,
But instead big skycrapers and buildings
No juicy fruits instead the dried once,
No forests, no friends
THEY ARE LONELY
and we are the VICTIM,
for their LONELINESS
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
The bright noon had come,
As a shine in the world
The sun is blazing with fire
With heat,
People bustling works,
Animals in shelters
But poor birds ,
They are sad,
They don't have their green shelters
No trees to sit and sing ,
But instead big skycrapers and buildings
No juicy fruits instead the dried once,
No forests, no friends
THEY ARE LONELY
and we are the VICTIM,
for their LONELINESS
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