Gliding through the seasons,
Flirting with the breeze...
What a joy it could be...
To sing with the blooms,
Frolicking with the sunbeams,
To mimick the fallen leaves,
Whisphers of silence...
To be cozy in a tiny nest...
Till the light sweeps in
To be a bird, I wonder...
Such a glee it could be,
To my Stranger eyes
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Author:
Aradhya (
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A poem that focuses on the virtues of being a bird. It floats and is bright in its view yet in the end questions whether this would not also have its down sides. Lovely
we always tend to idiolize what we can't have, though maybe they would rather be what we are so tired of...
Thank you for your kind words, dear poet!
True words and you are most welcome
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