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Bird, you know not a word,
Yet you sing a song that I can not!
A song composed of consistent tweets,
Yet they find it so sweet!
No vowels you care to sustain,
And consonants missing too!
Lacking both rhythm and rhyme,
Yet how sweet your call Cuckoo!

I know not what to call it

The mornings have lost its touch,
And I dream of daisies no more.
The nights do not amount to much,
But a daily dose of darkness with snores.

A body set free in the empty space,
Rolling away in the curves of time.
Chasing light but losing the race,
Yet reaching the place destined.

A mind full of horrid dreams,
With a subtle hue of death in the eye for miles.
Which sees you if it wants to scream,
But comes up only with a smile.

How I wish discover your face,
With a newborn's full of wonder gaze.
Your hair that flow with a river's grace,
And float in the wind in a motion of blaze.

But I have got a mountain to climb,
A sea to swim and sky to cross,
For reasons I have yet to find.
In forests tall I grow but like a clump of moss.