Hidden under the sad shadow of an old tree was a sparrow lost.
for years was killed by falling leaves fall,
children play in parks
and Mr protect their wives or lovers when the gray winter sky was falling in parts.
Every spring wonderful love playing with the blooming of the cherry
and copuchar corner loft with new popcorn.
never had a house, but always a corner where their perpetual reminder not forgotten yet.
There enjoyed listening to the thrushes
that widows sang sad.
tired in the evening returned to his cherry ...
with other sparrows was free to talk about the craft of fly ...
bored one day life wanted to find another cherry
and only flying feathers in the wind,
toured fields, seas and deserts are always looking for the unknown.
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