In cloud of greyish mist I rose awoke
The sun came to bathe away the mood
Yet inexplicable state of knottiness stayed
Squeezing away at my heart and hope
But then the balmy air haloed with birds
Flying, roving in drove to the rule of the sky
The sight, the flight, the drills such thrilling
Spectacle I watched as if held spellbound;
Unshackling my fears and joy held bound
Regeneration, renewing fibre of my hope
Like heart touched, by angel; mine divinely lifted
Something illusionary maybe, yet sweet it was
My masquerade to dull: drown my potent pains
Of longing, dreams, wants and hope to limbo:
The birds had seized my heart: damping my
Depression, rerouting my sense and impression
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