A night of songful silence and he heard someone speakCame a flint of light fluttering through the window creek
The dark skies so did turn this day happy and yellow bright
Chased and caught,now laid cupped in his little palms tight
A whisper sang again to let her fly in the world far and free
Would he let go this wonder,the only he did in his life see
Spelled and singed,she slept in a new hope and peace sore
Little did they both know,she cannot burn or fly anymore.
-R.
2 comments:
I am not a poet but yes, the poem is beautiful.. did you click the picture as well?
@Rashmi: Thank you,the picture is from google search:)
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