Green Bee-Eater
More precious than all the gems of  Jaipur— the green bee-eater. If  you see one singing tree-tree-tree with his space-black bill and rufous cap, his robes all shades of emerald like treetops glimpsed from a plane, his blue cheeks, black eye-mask and the delicate tail streamer like a plume of smoke— you might dream of the forests that once clothed our flying planet. And perhaps his singing is a spell to call our forests back— tree         by tree                      by tree.
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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