Avians

Robins and Skylarks sweeps the sky
glide and rise
In pockets of rising warm air
and sinking cold
they flap and swing across horizon

Nesting on trees high from soil
wind aids the little feathers to fly
sun sets in it’s tangerine tinge
to embark on a path
breaking dawn on the dark side

They caw, chirp, whistle and sing
my cheekbones rise in smile
I leap to touch and you sprint to fly
to places to reach
as If you have some promises to keep

 

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