Once,
In the sunny morning,
Uttered a little cry,
Pierced the little shell,
With her tiny little egg tooth,
To smell the soil,
To hear the chirps,
To learn to fly...
One day,
Mother gave her soft feathers.
Now,
She flies to touch the sky,
The blue sky,
With vibrant hues of desires...
Weaves the nest,
To give away,
The feathers of her mother's,
Caresses the new born,
To kiss the infinite...
Euphoria
@Ami J
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