Birds are back to nests
Sky is getting dark
Sun sets sail across west
And I wait to see the dusk..
A smile on my lips bagged
when eyes blocked on a greenfly
And a sigh from my tired chest
Started to see the romantic evening.
Many images rolled down
And flashed between the shadows
But there were no life
To them like the greenfly.
They brought not fame
Or gains in my life
But pains a lot
To remember the past.
Great write...Fill the present with colours then no need of fretting about past....
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This is a great philosophical write on the base of memories and greenfly. So moving. Thanks for sharing.10
than you sir, your inspiring words will greatly honored by another work