A bird flew over me,
It's shadow gave spirit to me.
I ran continuously to beat it,
But, I couldn't.It was over than my limit.
I was too disappointed,
The bird was smiling,my mind pointed.
I started a poem on that,
That bird was completely my highlight.
The bird came to me with chirping,
I stared at that with smiling.
It asked me,'why are you writing poem on me? '
I amazed when bird spoke with me.
I thought,again and again to find an answer,
But, that question was too harder.
I found it's eyes very much glowing,
Slowly I said, 'my soul has started you loving.'
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
A bird flew over me,
It's shadow gave spirit to me.
I ran continuously to beat it,
But, I couldn't.It was over than my limit.
I was too disappointed,
The bird was smiling,my mind pointed.
I started a poem on that,
That bird was completely my highlight.
The bird came to me with chirping,
I stared at that with smiling.
It asked me,'why are you writing poem on me? '
I amazed when bird spoke with me.
I thought,again and again to find an answer,
But, that question was too harder.
I found it's eyes very much glowing,
Slowly I said, 'my soul has started you loving.'
