Monday, November 2, 2009

A Blackbird

















A blackbird
Soaring
The blue skies
Imperceptibly descended down
Entered through
A secret door,
Came to my bed,
Settled on my chest,
Listening to my heartbeats
Returned to the sky.


From ‘Aur’
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