Birds On Snowy Days
Snowy days cover mornings of solitude as birds are flying in the sky. Gold flutters
adjusting the wind's blow for the cold winter to remember this touch. Snowflakes in the
night's terrorism, in fields of dreams they rest. Let those who can fly escape, as it is
their chance to feel free this time, as clock is ticking and the hours are shrinking back to
their corners, let those who can run in clouds be blessed. These snowy days the Sun
rests upon a white flame, murmuring light. These days birds are leaving for another
land to find treasures they are missing, holding a map into their nebs. Yet, there are
some that wait in the cold for the winter to pass it's veil to another world. There are still
some that pray in darkness of a freezing season, warming their heart with tears, not
leaving their home.
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