Beaming the golden flash,
slowly losing croma,
making way for the dark,
Sun sliding to the west.
Aloft the misty clouds,
with wings flattened,
bracing in cool air,
finding way back home,
aligned in flocks,birds fly.
Treat to my eyes,
watching sky still,
On one evening.
Love,
Kavya
2 comments:
Awesome Kavya :) Great Going :)
thanks a lot Puneeth :)
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