#15 Magic – fading lights
Hurry! Evening’s falling from the sky.
We have to get back to our living,
the home of our words. Branching out
the feelings of the lady towards the
homeless birds in flight. Watch the magic
in feathers falling free, soaking every
drop of black and blue, on her shoulders.
We have to circle the magic once more
as hands wipe time in minutes and we
grow older, older than the hour glass.
Fading lights stay.
We have to get back to our living,
the home of our words. Branching out
the feelings of the lady towards the
homeless birds in flight. Watch the magic
in feathers falling free, soaking every
drop of black and blue, on her shoulders.
We have to circle the magic once more
as hands wipe time in minutes and we
grow older, older than the hour glass.
Fading lights stay.
khub shundor :)
ReplyDelete'It's dusk, you know...and I'm going home' ..but you are 'মধ্যগগনের সূর্য্য ' glowing and shinning day by day... অসাধারণ... keep glowing....
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