the orb of light is my destiny.
in my dark valley
escape is a blind flight
on the moonless night
when heavy lies the fog on wing
neath misty sky crickets sing
beckons me the halogen
come embrace forget pain.
**be afraid not of the one recourse
come what may fly to the source
soak in the fire of the drizzled night
life is precious with death on sight.**
caught in wire stuck on fence
dying this night makes only sense
i fall like rains and at last free
the orb of light is my destiny.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
the orb of light is my destiny.
in my dark valley
escape is a blind flight
on the moonless night
when heavy lies the fog on wing
neath misty sky crickets sing
beckons me the halogen
come embrace forget pain.
**be afraid not of the one recourse
come what may fly to the source
soak in the fire of the drizzled night
life is precious with death on sight.**
caught in wire stuck on fence
dying this night makes only sense
i fall like rains and at last free
the orb of light is my destiny.
Between September and November each year, Jatinga, a village on the Halflong Ridge, Assam, India, sees the unique and as yet not fully explained phenomenon of birds "committing suicide" at nights that are foggy and moonless. They fly to the light, do not try to escape and are often killed by villagers.
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