Birds And Girls

Birds And Girls short poem

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Pretty, colorful flying graces,
Gliding in air, twittering everywhere,
I have seen their smiling faces,
Loyal to spouse, no affair.

Working hard, at their best,
Collecting something, knitting a craft,
Making a nest for love and rest,
And to lay the eggs, so soft.

So are the girls, all beautiful,
Thinking in teenage, now or never,
Innocent, lovely and colorful,
Looking for a partner, a friend for ever.

Mostly deceived, by playboys,
Enjoying a girl, looking for other,
They take them as beautiful toys,
Not to love and live for ever.

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ammu sachariah
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I like your. Y our comparison between birds and girls is beautiful. But all the men are not as you think.

Yasmeen Khan
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A beautiful verse, I love it.

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