The night bird was in
shackles. It was grace to talk nothing.
Were you ready for the final wish?
The bird lands on a tree,
while choking will freeze a song
of liberation. Even the moon nods.
It cannot silence the
voice of love. Waves always dance in
chains. Even god will not restrain.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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