Poetry birds

The birds flapped feathers
And it sounded like sparks
From bridging electric wires;
Then the leaves fell from trees
To appreciate the biding inks.

In well-wide imaginations
Bouquets of poetries
Are like the loathe of birds
With lot of expressions
And meanings hidden in lines.

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1 Comment

  1. Jona says:

    Great stuff, You are a very good writer. You think deep.

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