The Helicopter

The pattern you keep ,the beauty you have

Sometimes you're blue,sometimes with my flag

The sound of your rotor, the motion of your tail

Can't help myself when you're about to land

That sound ,that glory that gale

Yours is the sound which I always love to hear

May God keep you rising high

High up in the hail..!!


 
 

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