No wintering.
I have come to stay
warm-blooded.
Recreating the
swelled knobs of
loaves.
Excruciating
ordeal, had made
the bones strong.
Now I sit
quietly to hear
the morning bird.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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