There was a crow ... saw a pigeon walking
He liked it because she owned it
Normal ..
He thought of himself and compared him to her .. and found it
It is a lot of him ..
Try to imitate her walk .. Train and train ..
And tried a lot
To be trained and could not .. Failed failure
Subdued ... then it
When he despaired ... he wanted to go back for his walk
Old ..
He discovered that he had forgotten it too.
Try to fly and fall in the river
He has lost his identity completely, so he is no longer a traitor
He became a dove.
So everyone who leaves his origin is dazzled with glamor
Not him.
Be yourself, and be no other than you
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