Laying here
Sun not yet risen
Quietude dominates.
Bushes outside
This window, soon
Bursting with the
Songs from vigorous
Birds. Oblivious
To their beauty.
They hear stories
Loneliness, violence,
Domination, love and death.
Songs that change daily
Yet remain constant.
Quietude vanishes into life.
Beautiful! Could feel the change through your words!
Thank you Kunal!
Quite beautiful. 🙂
Thank you Tahni!