Parks are filled with lives.
People lying on a lawn.
Reading on a bench.
Taking around a dog.
When I find you, I think of your life.
Then I walk with light feet, being close to you.
I feel,
A rush of excitement.
Coo, coo...
I shouldn't suprise you with my wings' sound.
I keep quiet...
I will strain my ears.
The only purpose for that is,
Catching your words with the sign.
You say somehow...
"How peaceful this place is."
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