Saturday, June 27, 2020

A walk to move on

Watching all the birds flying overhead...
The thorn and the rose - crimson red...
The grass green on which I softly tread...
The song deep and yet words unsaid...

Recollecting stories long forgotten and unread...
Life's veils, some to don and some to shed...
Memories of a long forgotten homestead...
Some backward glances ere the on and ahead...

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