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A Dove
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
There goes the dove,
Flying freely above,
The ambitious trees,
Being glad about whatever it sees.
At times it moves like a rocket,
Yet it never does forget,
Its root, its home,
Even after a long roam.
The sky appears more beautiful because of dove,
A bird so shy like a bride, a bird we love.
