Observe them drift along rivulets black; as though
sweet thrill being whispered back. The evening swathed
with glimmer of wings; while moon and season blitheness
bring. Our mind thus whirls and heart does sing.

Their beauty fine like Nature’s grace; we lost measure
of both time and place. Our soul secluse much like swan;
who mourns forlorn in dirge of death. The pure eternal
course of life; tied around our bloom and breath.

Flutter of wings at time of dawn;
Our worries lost and fear is gone.



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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Pub