The mind itself can’t enjoy alone
Clamors to share it with others
Words build the bridges over souls
Paper birds with the message cajole
Eternity, through our minds’ prism,
Reflects into Nature its myriad hues
The sunset offsets its glamour glare
From heart the beautiful poetry flows.
Though the paper birds now fly bit slow
Messages are soothing as flakes of snow
*Inspired by Ms. Sandra Fowler’s poem ‘Paper Birds’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.