My Children
Like birds, they flutter,
With a beauty all their own.
They are my children.
While never tiring,
They seem to go on and on.
Exasperating!
Their energy flows,
Keeping them going all day,
Until evening comes.
Now, the Moon shines bright.
The children still cannot rest.
They must go to sleep!
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