Flakes of Snow
The shattered pieces of a mirror,
The knock on my door,
The home coming of a soldier,
Seems like wings burnt butterfly
Only had they known before.
The glories they bring
And the songs they sing,
All seem to melt away,
Nothing but like 'flakes of snow'.
Copyright © Abhinandan Subba | Year Posted 2018
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