Migratory birds

March 22, 2018

Your hand
A white sail in the distance
swaying
In the strange sea of blue
The setting sun
Anxious and confused eyes
The smile of moon

 

The spring dew
The summer rain
The autumn frost
When I woke up
it Is already the kingdom of snow
white flowers everywhere
You're gone
To another place
Birds can fly
The warmth of the banyan tree
The arms of others






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