Dont Think So Much
A chevron of doves
against an abyss
of deep blue
the synchrony of flight
falters oft
triggering silver waves
passing across the flanks
shimmering
against an abyss
of deep blue
is it an illusion
harmony in individuality?
why must I think
so much
like a feeble human
when instead
with my so called
intellect
imagination
I can
experience
the feeling of flying
against an abyss
of deep blue.
Copyright © Aseem Alagh | Year Posted 2010
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