When Wind
Blows
In December chill’s
Morn
When
nestled birds stay
Cosy in the
self made shelter,
Dark slowly
recedes, while
Dew drops Rivet
and stay,
on Rose. When
the petals fritter,
these hanging medals
glitter, glide and
drip down,
Chicks
dare not come out,
Speedy gales spring
fast.
Crow in Dove’s nest,
Chicks pick crumbles within
Without
any disparity
Necessity
and Care make
them forget
their genre.
Unity stays
forever.
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