The
peacock spread his wings
On
the field under the sun
He
doesn't care what others say
He
stands proud feeling the hot wind
The
colours of magic on the wings
All
eyes click and photograph it
The
peacock on the field
He
knows how to get attention
With
subtle movements he makes
The
stealing of food nobody sees
It
is so easy when the eyes are occupied
On
the wrong side of the wings
The
peacock stands on the field
Waving
his wings of colourful lights
Under
the hot sun bewitching the crowd
He
has his elements bewitching eyes
The
crowd is delighted
Capturing
the peacock on cameras
Flashing
and filming in the sun
The
peacock picks what he wants
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