The Sparrow’s Bath

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To splash in the water like the sparrow, And forget all my worldly desires.I long for the simplicity of her carefree flight, For the joy that comes with true inner sight, And I wonder if my concrete world is worth, The price of my own soul and its dearthI’m trapped in this endless cycle, Of wanting more than what I need, And the sparrow’s wings seem to mock me, As I rush around with unbridled speed.I wish I could break free from this cycle, And embrace a simpler way of life, To find joy in the little things, And to let go of my endless strife.I see the washing sparr

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ow and stop for a while, Her feathers glistening in the sun’s warm smile, And for a moment, I forget my stress and strife, But I can’t stop, I must move forward with my life.I rush to the offices where sparrows are painted on the walls, Their tiny forms a reminder of nature’s calls, But in this concrete jungle, it’s hard to feel alive, And I know I’m also painted in the absurd life.I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, As I struggle to meet my never-ending quotas, And the sparrow’s carefree life seems so far, Lost in the noise of the city’s busy bazaar.…</article></body>

An Envy of Freedom

When spring softly rings, And a sparrow takes a bath In a small pot in my garden, I envy her freedom and her joy.

I long to feel the warmth of the Sun, To soak in the beauty of the flowers, To splash in the water like the sparrow, And forget all my worldly desires.

I long for the simplicity of her carefree flight, For the joy that comes with true inner sight, And I wonder if my concrete world is worth, The price of my own soul and its dearth

I’m trapped in this endless cycle, Of wanting more than what I need, And the sparrow’s wings seem to mock me, As I rush around with unbridled speed.

I wish I could break free from this cycle, And embrace a simpler way of life, To find joy in the little things, And to let go of my endless strife.

I see the washing sparrow and stop for a while, Her feathers glistening in the sun’s warm smile, And for a moment, I forget my stress and strife, But I can’t stop, I must move forward with my life.

I rush to the offices where sparrows are painted on the walls, Their tiny forms a reminder of nature’s calls, But in this concrete jungle, it’s hard to feel alive, And I know I’m also painted in the absurd life.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, As I struggle to meet my never-ending quotas, And the sparrow’s carefree life seems so far, Lost in the noise of the city’s busy bazaar.

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