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Gone By Days.

The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered,
Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided,
Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe,
About the flight when summer warmth in air dance,
And in the cold morning of the fall fly,
Through the falling leaves low,
The ones once were green and large and gave,
Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath.
Then about the migration paths to find,
Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost,
When to the southern thin and warm air fly,
But nothing down south can comfort,
Like the big green leaf’s touch,
When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds,
When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash,
And under it when with soaked feathers sit,
With nudging little ones for cover squeaking,
Yet another season unfolding,
Yet another set of events to come,
So much dynamism,
So much fascination,
Yet, results of events and actions,
Same as gone by days.

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Life sometime is veryhard to take. Some days are so harsh, one will feel nullified insideout. I still smiled at mankind, my hypocrisy, when I know deep inside Iam burning like a blast furnace. From one of those flames I wrote.

Last Drops Of Tears.

Upon a shore once I stood,

And the cool breeze caress my face I felt

And waves in curves rolling upon the shore in ecstasy.

Upon the hill once I stood,

And the naughty wind blasting upon my face I felt,

And the streams danced underneath with passion filled joy.

Upon the sand dooms of desert once I stood,

And the naughty winds hands through showering sands I felt,

And the earth underneath flown up with the wind enlightened.

Burying passions of my love I now stand,

And the naughty wind sharing my sadness, stood still,

And the earth underneath in tremors wept.

The shore, hill and desert all as monuments stood,

The wind flown through the monuments lazily,

The earth still mourned with my heart.

Nature so much into my soul filled,

So my feelings in Nature I see,

Still energetic and wonderfully beautiful.

The beauty of life through every feeling I understand,

This be another feeling, of lost love I learned,

Holding a handful of sand I shed, last drops of my tears for love.

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