The tomtit got into a porch through a half open door. The many windows showed it, it thought that there were many ways out.
However it could not see the glass. It hit the glass, not understanding the difficulty.
It got tired and stopped. It suddenly sensed the way out. The draft was showing him where to fly.
When you fly, you cannot hear the wind whispering.
When you fly, you do not sense its voice.
When you are sitting on the branch,
The wind is telling you a thousand secrets.
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