The Nightingale of Spring
Our life is so short,
It's similar to a journey for unknown destination;
In this journey we have to pass lots of port.
Not a single day we could pass without facing any complication.
We meet lots of people in our short journey,
Someone is compared to the Nightingale of Spring.
They roaming around us all the time collecting for honey.
If we are in danger , they will leave us alone without doing anything.
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