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From the young age, Kokum had been drawn to the magic of words. She would often wander into the lush, green meadows that surrounded her village, where wildflowers swayed in the breeze and the river whispered its secrets. There, under the shade of an ancient oak tree, Kokum would lose herself in the world of poetry, her heart and soul entwined with the verses she composed.

Her poetry flowed like the river, capturing the essence of the village’s serene beauty and the stories of its people. She wrote about the golden sunrises that painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, about the songs of birds that greeted each dawn, and about the laughter of children playing by the riverbank.

Kokum’s poetry wasn’t limited to just nature; it delved deep into the human heart. She wrote about love, loss, and the bonds that tied people together. Her verses resonated with the people, and they found solace in her words during both joyous and challenging times.

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Kokum was known far and wide for her boundless kindness and her deep love for birds. Kokum’s kindness extended beyond just feeding the birds. She nursed injured birds back to health, tenderly caring for them until they were strong enough to return to the sky. One day, while exploring the nearby woods, Kokum came across a small, abandoned bird’s nest. Inside were three fragile eggs, abandoned by their mother. Kokum knew she had to help. She carefully took the eggs home and fashioned a makeshift nest for them in a cozy corner of her room. She kept them warm, turning them gently every day, just like a loving mother bird would.

Days turned into weeks, and soon enough, three tiny chicks hatched from their shells. She dedicated herself to their care, feeding them and teaching them how to fly when they were ready. As the chicks grew and their feathers unfurled, Kokum watched with joy as they took their first flights. With each flutter of their wings, they soared higher and higher, until they disappeared into the vast blue sky. It was a bittersweet moment for Kokum, knowing that they had returned to their true home, but she was content, for she had given them a second chance at life.