It was a quiet autumn morning
A lonely bird started her long flight,
Before leaving, she kissed
The orange leaf of the silent tree
Where she stayed for a lovely summer night.
The great ocean of wild waves
Welcomed her with foamy smile-
She smiled back to the waves
And kept flying towards the horizon
To reach the unknown island far in exile.
The turquoise door was closed there
The blooming creeper was asleep-
Waiting for our lonely red bird
As a letter in a crimson envelope
With the message hidden in deep.
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