She was laid at the silent bed
and spoke a silent words
Her soul was rest and the
wings flagged upon the sky.
She had dreamt the destinations
Of dreams.
No one had criticised her.
She was the guardian of my
experiments.
Every morning she had arisen
by the rise of solar.
Earth felt from its tectonic plates.
And it also darked by solar
eclipse.
Never produced any tears to
plough the heats of hearts.
Man was waited for her to get
the result of why changed her wings?.
And what changed her wings?.
I was not felt down,not broken and
never came out.
Here wisdoms were at facing funeral
with scale of emptiness.
Had no flying songs nor the
music of breeze.
I dare not the most the lady
she was
She wept at little whisper of
something.
No one had the revelation of self,
what happened to her here.
Her walks were astounded
to the spirit of her son.
Clasped two sides of chest.
Brain criticised the heart.
He felt down into the earth
heard the music of flying wings
and flags of soul.
He didn't shouted because he
didn't see anything smiled.
And had no re talk to the smile.
She thanked herself now.
If she buried herself then what
duties are here to her audience.
Laugh or cry, appreciate or
exhaust
There had no souring of
criticism.
She was and is well.
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