(This is my first poem in English:)
I fell into the tall, keenly-evil grass
My eyes were looking at heaven
But heaven is raining glass
I want to be able flying
The bird, who just want to fly
But world is upset and crying
This world for sure isn’t mine
You passed by the dreams and roads
And saw me in evil grass
I was so speechless and homeless
You took me into your house
Your house was small and airy
It’s warm here and I can sing
You’re laughing and you are merry —
I’m not afraid anything
Because you don’t know what birds eat
You give me a plate of milk
It’s a house with blooming roses
I’m a milk-drinking bird. I will
Bird, who drinks milk
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