Power of words

when i was watching  the sea waves from my window,a little bird came near my window.sitting quite as if she was in fear that i might hurt  her but she had no option to fly away with me because the wind was howling and waves of sea were playing with the winds as if there was a competition organised between the wind and sea waves ,that who can be more louder,more dangerous. With all these giant scenerio  that little bird was in fear and looking with pity face. I was thinking to help her but she was in fear with me so what could be a good idea to help her,all these things was juggling on my mind. Sitting quietly at my window i looked at that bird and gave her a nice smile, she firstly didn't noticed me at all but after a few minutes she noticed me of no danger.she came to me sat on my fingers and looked directly to my face as if she wanted to talk to me.i also looked her with a big smile and offered her a piece of biscuit she doesn't ate it now i realised that biscuits might be to

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