Poetry: The Flying Bird Is My Eagle
I wish I could sing
I'm singing a poem
Beautiful temple verses have been changed
A beautiful and beautifully embroidered word of love
The flying bird must be my elephant
To request my longing messages delivered
Through flying birds
For this longing can be delivered
The wind was blowing in the night
Can you tell me
Whispering in his ear
That I'm suffering now
O moon night
Give me light
For the shadow I can accomplish
And I grew up with joy
I do this
Or you're there
Feel the same taste
Love flowering in nirvana
Missing all the words
With the weakness of all despair
I miss being crazy
Wait for you arjuna
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