The promise

The squeak and squawk of the falling dusk,
Orange gleams the skies,
My heart, once more, soars with the wind
With the feathered ones it flies.
It’s the promise no one made to me,
Troth of the last light.
The unfailing night.
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2 responses to “The promise

  1. Wah! Ustad wah!

  2. Kya baat! keep flying:)

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