When Giraffes Fly
A lofty dream, a curious sight,
Giraffes ascending, to a great height.
Their slender necks, reaching for the sky,
A graceful dance, a butterfly.
With spotted coats, they glide and soar,
A gentle giant, forevermore.
A gentle breeze, a soft, warm sigh,
As giraffes fly, so very high.
A sight to behold, a wondrous sight,
Giraffes flying, day and night.
A magical moment, a dream come true,
A world of wonder, forever new.
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Moharif Yulianto
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their necks stay above clouds