A Little Poem
July 8, 2019
experience
,
expressions
,
Language
,
life
,
love
,
nature
,
pen
,
poetry
,
Truth
,
words
,
writing
“The bird that flew the highest
Captured my glance
I spotted it amongst the clouds
By a mere chance
She drifted in the skies like clouds
Almost in a dance
I watched her disappear far away
And stood in a trance.”
– sahar
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