Birds in the Air
Little flying machines, regal hues under the azure infinite
gyring, in their own heavens, no rules, and precincts,
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Lovely poetic essay about the birds flying around us from dawn to dusk. Thanks. and under the blaze of the brightest eye, they fly over the hills and dales over graveyards and orchards, over the ugly scarecrows feigned head
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Mushtaque. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks