Cry of the Birds

29 Jun 2020

miraj
When the sun is curtained down
by the dying light
When the words of evening whisper
in stones
When consciousness is dimmed
by the invisible stars

I hear the cry of the birds
taken by the wind
an echo from the other side
a pleading call to look into the darkness
so shadows may fall behind
and sorrows are hushed
by the sounds of their chaos.

If only their song is perceived to erase the pain
If only their freedom could be given to the beggars

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Cry of the birds

The unnoticed voice of civilization
only found in the beating of a shared soul.

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