The feathers blossom
And the flower blossoms
The nectars expose,and a bird brightens
Aves and nectars,making a merry
And a flower goes aliberal
For a bird goes amerry.
The rain falls, and widens the stream.
The favours,the affection,
All flow with the stream
But no place to pour,
And affection rusts, but never lost.
Longing is then; when the heart shall throb;
When the square peg shall find the square hole;
When the entitled affection shall be claimed,
And the accumulated affection be disposed.
The Cinderella rose grumbles
While the judicious parrot sicks off loneliness,
For lust love looses with time
When shall the bird make a merry?
Only fate can tell.
