Walking by the road
Walking by the road in that nice evening, A fleet of birds is constantly reshaping.
Different shapes and shades fill the sky, Carrying energy that would never die.
Going along like restless rebellion, As if the entire sky is in their mercy and possession.
Little birdies wait within the nest,
So the fleet flies to make it at the earliest.
Never witnessed such an ethnic sincerity,
These flocks together symbolise Universal integrity.
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